An oldie but goodie from Mel Tillis' "Ruby, Don't Take Your Love to Town"

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He shot a guy. True Story.

You liquored up yourself and waved a shotgun in the air
Cheney were you concentrating showing proper care?
The Texas night was falling when you lurched and swung around
Oh Cheney… that’s Harry on the ground

It wasn’t me who started talking Breathalyzer scores
But you hid from the Sheriff and the journalistic corps
And yes it’s true you went to FOX, that hardly qualifies
Oh Cheney….your boys are micro-sized

It’s hard to trust a man who sneaks around like he’s a spy
And the wants and the needs of this media age Cheney you realize
But if you’re not leaking secrets man you’ve hardly make a sound
Oh Cheney….and then you popped that round

His leaving wow that’s something that the whole world’s waiting for
Not for shooting Harry but for Halliburton’s war
And with everybody talking and indictments flying ‘round
Oh Cheney….you may be going down
Hey Dick Cheney…how’s Gitmo sound?