Mad Dog Milt - Return To Soup Creek
As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town
Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown
Six months in the hills but it’s time to return
And somebody somewhere is going to burn
Six months of life as a hilltop rambler
He ain’t gonna hang for shooting that gambler
Who’d pulled a gun due to the rat that he smelt
But sometimes four aces is what you get dealt
The town hadn’t known he was Mad Dog before
Till he cut that man down with a super-fast draw
For the man called him cheat and Milt’s patience eroded
But how could he know the man’s gun wasn’t loaded
Living for months under moon and hot sun
Freezing or roasting was no kinda fun
He’d asked himself questions but now had just one
What kind of man pulls an unloaded gun
He pondered that night in the Soup Creek Saloon
He vowed that his next shot was destined for June
His victim had loaded his gun, without doubt
And Milt now knew Floozy June emptied it out
*
That night she had offered herself for the taking
But Milt was a gambler with money for making
He’d said she was pretty, real nice on the eye
But she should go make eyes at some other guy
And so when his victim lay dead on floor
She’d made sure his gun wasn’t full any more
That was her way of avenging her honour
She’d grinned knowing Mad Dog would soon be a gonner
*
The saloon bar is busy and Milt draws his gun
“June’s leaving town due to what she has done,
I can’t kill a woman and that’s a darned choker
So I’m gonna have me some whiskey and poker.”
But June grabs a rifle from under the bar
She takes aim but that doesn’t get her too far
The rifle misfires as the sheriff walks in
So with June sat in jail, Mad Dog Milt plays to win
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