Deadwood
I'm working off my sins in the usual way,
A Cornish knight of no worship,
Languishing amid the aroma
Of easy women and open bets.
Don't tell the boss, but I'd do it for free
So long as the whiskey holds out
And the law don’t flower in the Dakotas.
After all, there’s harder ways to pay one’s bar bill
Than to play piano to a room full of tin-eared inebriates.
And arrogance never has been
An obstacle to my contentment.
One of the finer points to being a bad ass
Is knowing when to fight,
When to f*ck,
And when to go for your gun.
Can I play?
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
I’ll ride her hogtied on the buckboard
All the way to Yankton town.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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