Page 6 Zack Waverly
Page 6
The Lost Souls Saloon
The Dawn was growing nearer
As the Sun reached for the sky
I put my hat and boots on
Strapped my gun against my thigh
As I stepped back through the door
To make my way down to the bar
With my fingers in the pocket
Of my vest, found a cigar
She never said a word,
never begged me to stay on
and the place seemed very quiet
Seemed the patrons had all gone
I took each step, down the stairs
like my legs would soon give out
Then stood there kinda shocked
'Cause there was no one about
I saw dust upon the tables
and cobwebs on the chairs
No a bottles at the bar
Musty smell now filled the air
I proceed down the stairs
Where all the dancing girls had been
and that's when I remember
It looked exactly, when I walked in
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