A Trip To Rotgut
A trip to rotgut
I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut
As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon.
The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon.
I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hangman's plank.
For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor for killing the bar tender
after the poker game .
Little jill was his bill for the night. But was not going to be.
Rotgut was a mean town hanging was a weekly thing. But today there would be
no.
For my guns would blaze to save a man in rotgut.
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