COILED LIKE A ROPE

THE OLD SNAKE WAS COILED LIKE A ROPE
HIS RATTLERS WERE BUZZING, LIKE THEY WERE ON FIRE
THE DOWNED COWBOY HAD NO HOPE
AND HIS PONY WAS TANGLED UP IN BARB WIRE

THE SNAKE WAS JUST INCHES AWAY FROM HIS FACE
HIS LEG WAS BROKEN, HE COULD FEEL THE BONE
THE SWEAT ROLLED DOWN HIS FACE
HE HAD TOO MUCH COMPANY, HE WASN’T ALONE

LIKE ICE HE LAID FROZEN, IT WAS A HOT SUMMER DAY
HIS PONY KICKED BUT COULD NOT GET FREE
NOW WAS A GOOD TIME TO PRAY
‘CAUSE THAT OLD SNAKE WAS ALL HE COULD SEE

THAT OLD SNAKE WAS ABOUT TO STRIKE, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD
THEN THE ALARM CLOCK WENT OFF, LIKE A COLT FORTY-FIVE
HE THOUGHT THAT HE HAD BEEN SHOT IN THE HEAD
BUT IT WAS JUST A BAD NIGHTMARE, HE WAS STILL ALIVE