Love In Rotgut Saloon

Geez fella won’t you look at me, I’ve got my best frock on. My girdles tight, my bosom heaves and I’m stuck here ‘til mornin’. You’re welcome in this Rotgut bar, but kid you heed my warnin’, git rid that ol’ ten gallon hat, and don’t you start no brawlin’. Stop fumblin’ with Sally-Anne she’s just a broke ol’ toy. It’s my turn for a night of fun So come o’er here cowboy. Hang yer belt up on the door, ignore the ol’ grave digger, the whisky’s cheap and I am too, So come on, squeeze my trigger.