09 Jan Pastor Crusoe
Aye, once was a preacher named pastor Crusoe
Who rode in from Ogden to San Lazaro
And he wormed in with sermon and stupendous zeal
As he candidly bluffed whilst brandishing steel
But then he did scoff, this pastor Crusoe
When the barrio bishop had asked him to go
We endured every error you swaggered to say
So mock all you might but Bendita Madre
Seven sorrows of Mary! six shots from the hip
Came from Crusoe but a seventh did rip
A Derringer drawn by bishop to bout
Catching the bullet, Crusoe had bled out
The bishop did bury that boorish Crusoe
And left to confess of this sin in Reno
Father forgive me, God rest his soul
My temper untamed has taken its toll
Still I’m a Spaniard and salvation is slow
I hope to high heaven I sent Him Crusoe
Anonymous foe of that pastor Crusoe
May he be made new in New Mexico
Oh, anonymous foe of pastor Crusoe
May you be made new in New Mexico