Backbone Ridge

Published on 26 June 2023 at 12:30

Over the hill

Back a hundred years

Grandpa told a story

Of Backbone Ridge


Some people met

They were called a cult

They found a guy

And cut his throat


They went right through

His head fell down

Laid in the woods

‘Till the kids came ‘round


The kids found something

Shaped like a ball

Kicked and played

Until the dinner bell called


The police got word

Of the sin that wrought

The sheriff rode down

And the leader he shot


The sheriff went to trial

For that big loud blast

But he got off innocent

“‘Cause he couldn’t’ve ridden his horse that fast.”

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