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.