Old Rotgut

It was around dusk when I rode into town Then to the saloon I made my strut I reckoned I'd gulp some whiskey down Before leaving this dusty town called RotGut I entered the saloon and took a seat Ad then started downing the amber liquid treat It was sometime later that night When a youngster challenged me to a gunfight I finished my drink and then replied Let's settle this outside So we stepped outside to exchange lead But when the dust had settled, the youngster lay dead It was around dawn when I rode out of town Perhaps in the next town I'd make the cut But from a gunfight I would never back down As one man bit the dust in old RotGut