by: Chet
“Desperado” Dedicated to my cowboy….who ever he maybe.
Desperado
Why don’t you come to your senses
Ben out ridin’ fences, for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
But it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones you can’t get
Desperado
Oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walkin’ through this world all alone
Don’t your feet get cold in the wintertime
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the nighttime from the day
And you’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feelin’ goes away
Desperado
Why don’t you come to your senses
Come down from those fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you
Before it’s too late……..
~The Eagles
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“Shut up or I’ll kick your ass!” A deep angry voice shook the kitchen of the Dukes old farm house.
“I’m your father boy, dont you ever tell me to shut up!” Bo Duke’s destinctive voice rattled the windows an echoed through the house.
“I’m 21 years old I’ll say or do what ever the hell I please!” Chet Duke shouted back at his father his mismatched eyes glaring, his black goatee twicthing around his mouth with anger.
“Get out!” Bo Duke pointed towards the back door of the farm house, his back strate, he stood tall an wise with age. His face tight with anger at his son who seemed to have no respect for the roof that he lived under an didnt seem to care about his responsibilities.
“No!” The dark haired young Duke said angerly standing his ground against his older blonde haired father.
“Go on! Get out! You dont wanna work for your keep here then get out!” Bo Duke said stepping forward to usher his son towards the kitchen door.
“Fine you dont want me here!” Chet halted his words abrutly picking up his black stetson and his sky blue long sleeved shirt, he tucked the black hat down on his head hard glaring at his father as he turned for the door. “The hell with you old man!” He said opening the kitchen door an slamming it behind himself.
The plates and cups in the cupbords rattled and shook threatening to break into a million pieces in there holding places as the walls of the old farm house shook from the slammed door. Bo Duke shook his head and sat back down at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee just pearing into the cup at the dark brown liquid wondering where he had gone wrong in raising sucha son. Bo thought to himself, Breyer, Chet’s twin brother had turned out alright and so much easier to get along with, he simply did what he was asked without question an went on his merry way.
But not Chet, no he had to fight an make life difficult for himself and everyone around him every step of the way, and when it came down to lessons needing be learned he learned them the hardest way possible. Bo shook his fist at the door that his son had just disapeared through, he had no idea what to do with that boy. He had considered sending him away to boot camp, but at the age of 21 Bo knew he couldnt force his son to do what he didnt want to. He had tried to persway Chet to enroll in the Army for his own good, but Chet had thrown it back in his face an it had ended in a shouting match much like this one.