Big Red

In an Old West Town of no repute Came a rider on a horse as if in hot pursuit. Into the saloon he ran and shouted aloud "BIG RED'S COMIN' "...which brought down a shroud. Out the doors and windows they were flying Even some sturdy men were seen leaving crying. So now there was dead silence to be heard With only a small man behind the bar, shivering and scared. The huge figure came riding on the back of a Buffalo No saddle needed, for this gunfighting pro. A thick stubble covered most of his face And the oversized sombrero keeping the sun in its place. Double bandoliers crisscrossed his chest Which was so swollen, you could not see his vest. Two big revolvers hung at his hips While the scowl spelled doom as he pursed his lips. The big spurs clanged "KA-CHING", "KA-CHING" as he crossed the wood Then stopped abruptly as before the saloon doors he stood. With one fell swoop they came unhinged As he came through and the barkeep cringed. "Gimme a Whiskey" he said to the guy Who was afraid to move, let alone try. The big man reached across the bar and grabbed his throat Bouncing him off the walls and ceiling as if he were a coat. He threw him back behind the bar to his dismay And repeated himself, "I said Gimme a Whiskey"! With shaking hands the barkeep put a bottle up Watching and cowering like a poor little pup. Grabbing the bottle with little more than a frown He broke it open on the bar and "GULP", "GULP", "GULP", the contents went down. A big slurp could be heard as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt Quiet at last, and no one really got hurt. In his frail little voice you could hear the barkeep say "DDOOO YYYOOOU WWAANT ANNNOTTHERR?" The Big Man answered, "Nah, I Gotta Go...I Heard 'BIG RED'S' Comin' This Way"!