The Rot Gut Incident

The Rot Gut Incident Tumbleweeds blew into Town Rolling two bearded cowpokes with them Looking for some action and the sheriff The Bloody Mary is the only saloon in Rot Gut I reckon this is a proper place for the ornery For a couple of horny no good clowns They didn't come to sing a song or read the bible Revenge was on their mind Along with other assorted kinds of crime They wanted ugly Molly for some nasty sport And whiskey to wet their whistle After a spell the drunken foe came down From playing with their whore Staggered on the stairs for lack of balance Demanded me, Sheriff John, served up for their amusement I killed their brother Bob last year in this here very bar For starting troubles with the patrons And stealing from the tip jar I happened to be there with hat in hand When they called me out And made me take a stand Then drew their guns to shoot me down If they hadn't been such drunken boozers Slower than molasses I’d be telling a different kind of tale about these losers And they wouldn't be planted six feet under ground In the cemetery just outside of town Used as fertilizer for the flowers In Rot Gut that’s just how things go down 7/13/14 A Town Called “Rot Gut” contest