Early on the evening after Halloween a couple rounded the bend, brakes locked, tires screamed
Black as pitch, weighing over a ton, was a bull in the road left them nowhere to run.
That bull belonged to a rancher named Jack, an old local boy, high school quarterback,
Married the sweetheart he met in those days, now with kids and grandkids and some cattle they grazed.
Jack was a man who could handle a gun, had one his hip ever since he was young.
He knew where to put a bullet in a bull, could take down a ton and leave one little hole.
What Jack found was a bull hit not just by a car, but 6 shots the cops put in him so far.
That made Jack angry, no doubt about that, insulted the cop and his gun, that's a fact.
As Jack loaded and shouldered his single shot weapon, just about to send that poor beast to heaven
His plan to put one bullet in a head became a hail of lead that left Jack dead!
They had called the man from his dinner, and as he put down the fork and knife.
He knew he was about lose a bull, but could not foresee the stife
Of being gunned down by his hometown cops, right in front of his wife
And the punks got away with his murder, they had badges and "feared for their life."
Those killer cops became the focus of public debate, past violence dismissed as just cop-hate.
Cops supposedly knew guns but don't understand if Jack really fired a shot, now he's an unarmed man?
So, you free little birds, you did get to skate, but I know, and you know, as does the Master of Fate.
We all know your crime was simple and sick: You unloaded on a man who was holding a stick.
This is based on a true story that happened in my little county a couple years ago. The rancher was Jack Yantis, and I encourage you to go to the facebook group "Justice For Jack" to learn more.