Jus' Git Another One

Henry stood his rocky ground as he watched her board the bus, Not one time did she look back but he heard her softly cuss The cold wind; the hard dirt floor; their drunken neighbor named Gus; Then the driver crunched the gears and took off without a fuss. Down the road and o'er the rise like there's nowhere else to go, The dust rose then settled down, as if it were falling snow. Could not hear the engine roar nor see those taillights glow, Her face now a memory bound for Desolation Row. Turned around to face the breeze and then ambled down the hill, Thought about the brand new batch that was brewing in the still. Might jus' cut a chunk of beef and then fire up the grill, Turn the music way up loud; eat and drink himself a fill. He knew he'd be lonely soon, long before this month was done, Not much left to do 'round here without a wife or a gun. He'll get on that internet ahead of the rising sun, "Wives for Sale's a click away"; he'll jus' git another one.