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He lit out straight for Virginia City
By now hes seeing double.
He weren't exactly point'n straight
But he never meant no trouble.
There he was prancing down Main Street
He couldn't get no higher.
He must have coughed when the cigar was lit
And that's what caused the fire.
He snorted flame about ten feet,
And blowed smoke out both his ears.
What the pilgrims saw in town that night
They'd speak about for years.
Here you are walking down Main Street,
Ready to hit the trail.
Here comes Wilbur lit up like the fourth of July,
Smoke pouring out his tail.
When you talk about a poster child for a wild ass.
Ol' Wilbur takes the cake.
He plowed right through the Sundance saloon
An never found the brake.
Some of you ladies may relate to this
From your court'n days,
Probably seen more than one jackass scoot across the dance floor
With his hind end all ablaze.
Well Ol' Wilbur torched the place
On his first trip into town.
When he finished his little jig
Hed burnt the whole place down.
The preacher ran out of the church
To see what the fuss was about in town.
With all that whoopn hollering
He dropped his spectacles on the ground.
He said, "Lord Im gonna need your help
Its dark out here tonight.
If you could just lend a hand
And provide a guiding light."
He was fumbling round in the dark
And his patience soon ran out.
His voice got loud and angry,
And turned into a shout.
"Dammit, Lord Im tired of messing round.
They gotta be down here by my feet."
That's when Wilbur turned the corner
And came flaming down the street.
The preacher found his glasses,
And to his dying day,
He swore he saw a miracle
In the most mysterious way.
We all know the town caught fire,
But much to my relief,
I knew they could count on great grandpa's help;
He was the fire chief.
© Copyright 1997, Ron L. Brinegar
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