Arrr, matey! Sundance's missus be sayin’, “Nary a bullet flew!” as she spills the beans on his gun folly!
2024-11-16
Arrr, me hearties! Misty Head, the lass o' Sundance, be settin’ the record straight! No cannon fire struck the gentle singer; he be merely sportin' a wound from misadventure, not a treacherous bullet! So hoist the sails and calm yer fears, for he be still singin' like a sea shanty!
Arrr! Gather 'round, ye scallywags! Hear the tale of one Sundance Head, a country bard who found himself in a right pickle! While huntin' on his East Texas ranch, he accidentally pulled the trigger on his own self—what a blunder! Misty, his fair lass, shared the tale of woe after the unfortunate event. With a bullet lodged in his belly, he was whisked away on a flying contraption to a place called Tyler for some doctorin'.Now, this be no ordinary tale of gunpowder and guts, for Sundance claims he didn't even know the bullet had gone astray until it was too late! As he reached for his trusty .22, the firearm took a tumble and went kaboom! Aye, the poor lad had to flag down a passing ship—I mean car—after ten of 'em ignored his plight.
Miraculously, the bullet missed his vital parts, and the doc said he’d be just fine, leavin' the bullet in his belly like a pirate’s treasure. Misty, bless her heart, fretted over his early release from the hospital, hopin' to get a second opinion before their next adventure. Though Sundance be on the mend, the saga be far from over! He’ll soon have a tale to tell, and an album’s worth of songs from this wild escapade! Yarrr!