Hiding Out At the Rotgut Soloon
Set 'em up barkeep and leave the bottle
I walked in know'n I may not walk out
I done robbed that stage last night
Now that there posse a'chasen, no doubt
Dang it, so tired of being noth'n much
Just want'n to start over, somewhere new
Didn’t mean to hurt no one for sure
But I did, now don't know what to do
So I'll finish this here bottle of Rotgut
And ride that sorry mule t'ward the west
If'n they don’t catch me before sunup
I'll hole up somewheres and get some rest
Now that pore broke down gal I know
Will think I's gone for all and good
Wished I could've helped her some
But can't go back, know I should
No good , that’s what Ma used to say
My pa was nothin, a mean robbin' thief
So when that there rain lets up a bit
I'll be ago'n, bring'n her no more grief
Hope I get a' buried by a big old tree
An' next time I'll try to be a better me…
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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