Gentlemen If You Will Time Please Who's Turn It Is To Drive
2 Cowboys just been paid
1 named John
The other
1 Wayne
Walk into a Bar at approximately
2 o'clock on a tuesday aftenoon
In Old Wild West
Tombstone , Dodge City
And after 12 or so hour's later
A bell peels
Gentlemen drink up time please
Said the Barman to his patronage
And so once outside an argument ensued between the 2 regulars
And so 2 sheets to the wind we're
the pair of them this conversation somehow made a resemblance of perfect sense
Right who's turn is it to get
us home
We'll im so drunk i can't stand
or feel my own 2 feet
We'll im so drunk i can't feel
my hands
Ok
Well then only 1 thing for it
then or we can do
If you can't feel you hands
then you'll have to put them
in the stirrups and peddle
and ill steer with my feet
And hey Dude besides the
point do you or can you remember
We're we parked our horses
when we arrived earlier
Because i think maybe i have
had a little 2 much 2 drink
So much so i can't in fact
recall which 1 of us
is Wayne and 1 is John
Quite obviously what this
situation is crying out for is
for us to have another drink
to clear our heads and sober up
And to discuss this matter further
in greater detail like proper gentlemen
And hey currently i can only see
2 of you , your blurred face
and what appears to be a ring
of bird's circling a star
So that's great news how drunk
can i be that's nothing out of the
ordinary
So how about that drink then
i'm parched and fancy a drink
Only 1 or 2 though just enough
to wet the whistle
One of us has to have our
responsible head on
And remember we've still got
to drive home
And don't forget we have to be
up bright and early for work
we have an early start
in the morning
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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