Drunk Or Blind: She Sure Looks Purdy
Riden' hard; saddle sores on my butt;
I found a little town by the name of Rotgut.
Bustin' in the salloon, thirsty to the core;
Needn' a poke, thought I might find a whore.
I ordered a whiskey and it 'bout made me gag.
The only whore, was a ugly ole hag.
She asked if I wasa wantn' to bed her down:
So I braced myself, and ordered another round.
It was torture tryin' to drink enough to make her look purdy,
but after two bottles, I thought I was ready.
Just about the time I took her by the hand;
through the swingin' doors walked a hell of a man.
Before I knew it, he done socked me in the jaw.
Come to find out, she was his long lost Ma.
He beat me till both of my eyes swelled shut.
If he'd done it sooner.... I wouldn't had to drink so much rotgut!
July 18, 2014
Contest: A town called "Rotgut"
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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