We're still not sure who in the heck this guy is. We get recordings of his through an agent over the internet. We don't know anything about the agent either. Oh, we've got a n ame, but we don't think it's his real name. At least Reginald P. Farquahar, the name they use, can't be found in any search of agents or attorneys. But we wire them money, and it shows being taken out of our account. Doesn't matter. AS long as things are legal, and Chuck Wagon keeps sending us odd songs from the 'Old West', we're happy!
The story of Wyatt Earp still captures the imagination of the American public, as well as around the world. The town of Tombstone has made a big effort to keep many of the buildings and a part of town the way it was back then albiet with some modern updates) The Bird Cage Theatre, The Oriental Saloon, The O.K. Corral, and other buildings with some still carry bullet holes from those rowdy times. An associate of ours has been there, and he says it's like walking back in time in some parts of town. Wyatt Earp remains a legendary figure, with more than a few of the legends actually being true! Of all the gunplay he was involved with in his life, he was never shot, not even nicked, by gunfire. That he could be a lawman one minute and a criminal the next is also true, as he was accused of stealing horses, pimping prostitutes in Peoria, Illinois.
He kept on the run after his doings in Tombstone, even got as far away as Alaska. He ended up passing away in Los Angeles, California in 1929 at the age of eighty! An interesting side note; it appears there might be some truth to the legend that John Wayne met Earp on a movie set in 1928, and they grew to be friends. Just how much, if any, of this is true probably will never be known for sure. But the thought of two American legends knowing each other, with Wayne using Earp as an example for the character he was to eventually develop on screen is intriguing!
My names' Chuck Wagon Calhoun
Got a story ya'll might wanna hear
'bout the time I were a bartender...
WHEN I DONE TOL' WYATT EARP
WHERE TO GIT OFF!
In Tombstone, Arizona!
YEE HAW YA'LL!
I done all kinds a stuff, from cowhand to bushwhacker
From whore pimpin’, and general lolligagger
But it tweren't 'til I left what was to become Oklahoma
That I found my place tendin' bar, in Tombstone, Arizona!
It were at the Oriental Saloon
A place that were fancy and not for goons
Were 'sposed to be a gentleman, no farts nor burps
Runner of the game tables named Wyatt Earp!
Had ta wear a fancy white shirt, with red stripes
Garters on ma arms, servin' beer and breakin' up fights
When foam come over the glass I struck with no fear
Wiped off ma finger and stuck it in the glass of beer!
I worked the bar and tables, things goin' jest fine
When Wyatt started messin' with a gal that were mine!
Tol' him "Wyatt, that there gal be mine, sum bitch!"
That's what I tol' him, without nary a twitch
He looked at me with hard eyes, and reached fer his gun
Tried to intimidate me, but I didn't run!
Tol' him,"I know all 'bout yer reputation
But I don't give a shit in this here situation!”
Had to wear a fancy white shirt, with red stripes
I jest talked to Mr. Earp like that ? Oh, cripes!
He'll pull out his pistol, and pistol whip me right on my ear
Won't be alive to stick my finger in no glass a beer
Now I don't know rightly, how I got by with sayin’ that
Maybe Wyatt was plumb hung over or feelin' flat
But he tol' me, "Sorry pardner, didn't know she were taken"
Then he grabbed my hand, and began to shakin'
Were feelin' downright mighty, played it fer all it was worth
"Jest be careful, Wyatt Earp, as ya go forth!
I'll be watchin' ya close fast, as ya go through the day
And that's it, pardner, all that I'm a gonna say!"
My red stripes were a shakin' on my fancy white shirt
Best be on my way, pack my bag, afore I git hurt!
So that night I packed my gear, and got my horse all saddled
Road like a bat outa hell, from Tombstone I skedaddled!
Found out later why Earp seemed so distracted
He were joinin' up with his pals to palaver...
About what became known as...
THE SHOOT OUT AT THE OK CORRAL!
Ye gods and little fishes, I dodged a bullet again!
