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
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