Black and White Blues

The Cutter was sharp. He was handsome and bright,
and he was a criminal, workin’ by night.
He was known far and wide for his devious capers;
he cut up girls’ hearts like he was cuttin’ up papers.

Now, Paster McSticky, a man twice his size,
had fooled many men with his terrible lies,
and he liked stickin’ things where they didn’t belong.
Not a crime, I suppose, but still definitely wrong.

As their fortunes would have it, these men of the West
met up in the desert and thought it’d be best
if they joined up together to form one bad crew
and terrorize people with scissors and glue.

So Cutter and Paster rode all through the land,
stealin’ with cutters and paste in their hands.
After three months, the sheriff of town took ‘em in.
He asked, “where’s yer loot?” but they didn’t give in.

So he hung ‘em next day in the square, but it’s said
that there’s no way that Cutter and Paster are dead.
They’re still robbin’ today, ridin’ wild and free…
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