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Fine Town of Rotgut

I've dragged this here bag of gold
It seems a thousand miles,
No rain, no water, no food to eat,
Just stagnant pools that look like bile
And a few odd berries . . .

Saw a sign a few miles back--
"Rotgut - town five miles due east."
I'm hopin' it's better 'n it sounds
Cause it don't sound good fer man nor beast.
Prob'ly just a cemetery . . .

Well, I'm here and I was right
A one horse town with one saloon;
Don't look like much but has to do--
Inside thar's just a crowd of goons.
No gals to make merry . . .

Hope no one notices my load,
I daren't leave it on my horse;
Sure looks like thar a thievin' bunch,
Killers who don't know remorse.
Prob'ly don't even bury . . .

I'll get some hot food, supplies,
I'm fearful tired, parched and dry --
I'll just drink what I can handle;
Kiss this God forsaken place good-bye.
Sleep out on the pra'rie . . .

Too late! They spied my bag of gold,
My prospectin' tools I carried.
Thar onto me, I'll have to fight
Or I'm the one that won't be buried--
Just hung out - bird dietary . . . 

Well, it's done . . . I finished it,
The town of Rotgut--all are dead.
I fought like a demon for an hour
And bashed in all thar grimy heads.
Will build a cemetery . . .

Now I'm mayor, priest, and sheriff 
Town's tee total male pop'lation;
Oh, fair metropolis of Rotgut
The best destination in the nation. 
Think I'll tarry . . .

July 8, 2014



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