Pour, Bastard (Saloon Song)
Dead Horse Creek
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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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