Davy's Hands

Davy's hands were highly skilled at many different things;

They'd play the mandolin, and dance across those strings.

A woman's willing body would melt within his hands,

And countless hearts were broken throughout the western lands.

He wore pearl-handled pistols, and loved to juggle knives.

They said he'd fought a dozen men, and all had lost their lives.

I'm told he rode with Jesse James, in the bad old days;

But trouble with some woman sent them separate ways.

He drifted down to Mexico, so the story goes;

But what became of Davy, no-one really knows.

Some say he got married...settled down at last...

Turned those hands to farming, and buried all his past.

Davy's hands were surely blessed by some magic spell;

It seemed, for good or mischief, they always served him well.

Seventh son of a seventh son, he had the charm, for sure.

He had the style; he had the smile, to open any door!

~RH~