The Indian
{aka: Snake}


When I first met him,
I had him stabb'n pipe.
He was covered top to bottom in soot,
He was quite the sight.
He was in shape,
He'd just got out the CORPS.
But I had him runn'in all day long,
At the end of day, he was tired an sore.
I think it was the service,
that brought us both together.
After a very short time,
He was just like a little brother.

When going home one night,
We had our eye's apeal.
We saw a Rattler in the road,
And we needed a good meal.
We stopped to catch ol' Turgurahfv,
And put him on the stove.
But ol' Turgurahfv had another mind,
And in Paul's thumb,a fang he drove.
After a few questions,
An' cuss words a fly'n.
In the pickup we jump,
To the hospital we're driv'n.

Now that country doctor want's to make sure,
That our two brains aint a scatter.
And he wants to make sure,
What bit him was a Rattler.
So I go out to my ol truck,
An catch that slimy serpant.
Then I head back inside,
To show that country surgeon.
Now there was a hell of a ruckus,
When I walked inside.
Now that doc looked at me kinda cross,
And said " I thought that snake had died".
Now there was no dought,
That Rattler was alive.
A rattl'in and a squirm'in,
He just wanted back out side.

Now all that doc done,
Was swab him down with iodine.
Then told me to take him home,
That he would be ok in time.
So from that time on,
Where ever we might travel.
When they seen that Indian,
"Snake" would be his handle.
From then on his mom once said,
The two of us was were joined at the hips.
Either work or mountains,
It was he and I on trips.
From wyom'in to Oklahoma,
The heat an the cold.
It was Snake and I,
With heads high and a walk'n bold.

We were together day an night,
For many a year.
Thru a lot of good time,
And a little tear.
But what we loved the most,
Was the mountains and a camp fire.
Looki'n for a valley or a little yellow shine,
That was our main desire.

But the greatest shine of all,
Was our family an a friend.
For there love an friend ship,
We'll forever defend.
He loved his family and friends,
And the red,white and blue.
To all of those that he loved,
For ever he'll be true.
All of us, we have to live an die,
His trip, has come and gone.
But I know he'll be a wait'n,
At that last ; great dawn.
So when I see him again,
With that screwy little grin.
I'll hold out my hand,
And say hello my chah gutch in.


Steve Warby---2003

Turgurahfv--Rattle Snake
chah gutch in---brother