Kate's Place

"Well......Howdy, Cowboy!......So, where're ya' from?" A whiskey thirst?? She'll bring you one Dust off your hat, take off your spurs, put down your gun, and share a word. Perhaps, you'd like a little more? A romp upstairs, is a dollar more..., just up those stairs, behind the door Don't hesitate to call her Kate She bets against the cowboy's fate and croons old songs to make a dime Someone else will haunt your mind Kate's your gal. One of a kind ! She owns the joint, the town saloon... She totes a gun, and wears a smile She doesn't play by any rules! She smells of booze, and strong perfume Was burned by love, and kisses spurned, Is cured of dudes, will turn a cheek Ya think she's sweet? Don't cross that street... Red satin dress, her bosom spills, Her gun still smokes. Six lovers killed A painted face, and lips of red But you can't forget, last night in bed... Who are these strangers, that circle the room? Drenched in whiskey and dust of doom, drinking it straight, in the dim saloon? She holds all the power, a new silver dollar A petticoat pistol, in the gambling squalor Ya' can't escape ....... a date with Kate ! _________________________________