I Caught a Good One. It Looked Like It Could Run.
When I was 12, I just loved Marty Robbins’ spectacularly corny "El Paso," and for the past four years have been performing it at karaoke at the slightest provocation, once (in Ramsgate, Kent, UK) so successfully that a member of the audience offered to buy me a drink.

Let us consider this towering work of cowboy kitsch together. As the song opens, the …
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