That Old Front Door

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song lyric about a brave & fortunate New Mexico lawman who survived a relentless attack

 

That Old Front Door

 

Way back in old New Mexico

The records testify,

A man, Elfego Baca, lived

Like he could never die,

Trapped inside a little house

That lawman held his ground,

As nearly eighty cowboys

Tried to shoot the building down.

 

There’d be four hundred bullets

In that old front door,

In the walls of the house

Would be three thousand more,

They all knew Elfego

Would lie dead on the floor,

As they emptied their guns

In that old front door.

 

He'd walked up on a vicious mob

Who terrorized the land,

And hauled away the leader of

That lawless outlaw band,

Soon that cowboy's rowdy friends

Had poor Elfego trapped,

With a lightning storm of bullets

And a thousand thunder claps.

 

Protected by a sunken floor,

He fought throughout the night,

‘Till a local lawman stopped it

In the early morning light.

 

There were four hundred bullets

In that old front door,

In the walls of the house

There were three thousand more,

They all knew Elfego

Would lie dead on the floor,

'Til he walked like a ghost

Out that old front door.

 

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know - dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com


Submitted: October 23, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Dennis L. Goodwin. All rights reserved.

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