The Last Libertines

(IRS/Gai Sabar)
by Chris Adams

Howdy folks, Tex Adams here. When ah’s punchin’ cows out on the range, there’s nuthin’ ah like better’n list’nin’ to them Last Libertine boys on one a them newfangled Walkman thingamabobs. Yessir, why last night at the campsite, we had a reg’lar hoedown, kickin’ up dust to good ol’ twang like “Love Wears a Big White Stetson” and “Big Indian.” ‘Course, mah city-slicker cousin, Chris – he goes to college, y’unnerstan’ – he says these here songs are just a buncha slicked-up country-pop cowflaps that make his achy-breaky ears bleed. Paw reckons it just goes to show that a good edumacation ain’t worth the Vaseline up a sheep’s behind. A ding-dang-do.