Pour, Bastard (Saloon Song)

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We bust right through the bat wing doors of this place we hold so dear
Barkeep, pass down a rot-gut, and the rest, we'll have a beer
The painted ladies spinning round their hair tied up in bows
There's plenty time to break them in cause this place don't ever close!

We're one man light, Wolfe Burton had some business to attend
He better hurry back so we can drink with our new friend
In the meantime there's more beer for us, for his absence we can't grieve
In the corner there's a card game and an ace right up my sleeve

With a crash, in bursts a trio coming stumbling through the door
One's bleeding like a stuck pig and it's getting on the floor
They lay him on the billiards and call for the doc by name
It's a shame they had to stop what was an entertaining game

Everybody to the bar, let's give the doc some room 
We can't complain when the entertainment's free
A dollar on the table says this bastard meets his doom 
And this next round's on me

From the corner comes Wolf Burton lookin' like he's turning green
He hides his face and wipes his brow as he surveys the scene
"We better skin on outta here, I've made a goddamn mess"
Was Wolfe who put the bullets in that bleedin' fella's chest

If he comes to and folks get wise, he'll get the rope for sure
They're probably too damn drunk, why don't we make them drink some more
C'mon doc there's one for you, tilt back and ease your mind
These fella here can wait a spell, this stuff won't make you blind

Everybody to the bar, forget these grim affairs 
The moon is bright, so should our spirits be
If you drink 'til you can't stand fear not there's rooms just up the stairs 
And this next round's on

He's wakin' up, this just won't do
We're up shit creek if he pulls through
Some music aught to right this wrong
Come on deadbeat, play that song

The doc is lookin' roostered and his clothes are stained with red
He opens up his mouth and slurs the news
This fella's dead

Everybody to the bar, his soul has left this world, raise a glass drink to his memory
So slam 'em down, and ante up, and grab yourself a girl, 'cause this next round's on me

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