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Voodoo Martini Drink Contest | Fan Poem about Voodoo Martini | Loungin' with Lee and Laura Article | More Drink Recipes | Voodoo Martini Interview from LO-FI MAGAZINE #10
An unforgetable poem from the third place finisher of the Voodoo Martini Drink Contest -- a Mr. "Carlos Powell"
Texas 'Voodoo Martini' Love
Ever since I was born in Brownwood, Tx, I talked more than I should but my brothers knew that and wanted me to tell them more, if only I would
So this is the story of how I met the beauty of Texas
I won't talk about my brains and looks, just about the rest
She came riding past my ranch, right next to the trees
Her kinky hair shining brightly, her lips a flappin in the breeze
So I lets out a loud whistle, but she didn't even turn her head
She kept her eyes right on the road, and turned her pointed ears instead
Now I wanted to catch the beauty's attention, but I couldn't catch her eye
Til one day she thew the darn thing at me, the next day she road by
 So I put on my peddlers sellin' smile and greased my hair down good
and scraped the cow dung off my boots, like a Texas man a courtin' should
Well I went lookin' in Texas for her, when something grabbed me by the neck
and dragged me for a mile or two or maybe three - by heck
It turned out to be my sweetie as she had drug me to her house
and said that she had chosen me to be her ever lovin' spouse
She said that I could kiss her as she'd soon be my bride
so I did that very thing, when she finally could move her nose aside
On a sunny day we got married up, in the big church all done up right
with all my sorted family there, the painted statues had a great fright
Proudly, we walked up to the hotel, me and my brand new bride
and the clerk said that I was welcome, but to leave my horse outside
My love told the clerk he wasn't very nice, and this type of talk would never do
Well she didn't rip his tongue out, but it stretched a foot or two.
Now later in life I understand the clerk, for he meant no dirty crack
for very late at night when I am rushed, I throw a saddle on her back
Well I learned quick and hard, and learned it good of course
That the next time I fall in love to be more careful, its hard to ride that horse
Well now we have three lovely colts and that's the story of how I got my wife
And of how I freely choose and won the best, that's the story of a ranchers life
Now all the local studs are jealous, they clearly lost 'cus I took the best
I picked out a real jewel, and their choice was with the rest
Now that I've won the Voodoo Martini Drink Contest
This will make my next ride one of the very best
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