A Night In Rotgut the Saga of Zack Waverly
I've been insulted,
And been challenged
Been shot at
And been cursed
But listenin'
To these locals
I know things
can't get worst
The music,
if you call it
Missing notes
from missing keys
But no one pays
attention
When the player
Cuts the cheese
The dance hall girls
Are dancing
Like a heard of
Buffalo
And they're danced
Their way from places
That I don't want
To Know
They call 'Her' a
Saloon Girl, right !
Maybe 30 years ago
and if that
Dress was
Any tighter
We'd all sure
Have a show
And that train wreck
Called the owner
She's still smiles
As she greets
Every cowpoke
That walks in
Even though
She's lost her teeth
Now, I'm sittin'
In the corner
Of the only
Bar in town
And if one more
Local talks to me
I'm gonna shoot'em down
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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