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POUR WHISKEY OVER SCOURN
BEEN TENDIN’ BAR
IN THIS OLD TOWN
SINCE 1863
SINCE ALL THE DUST
FROM OFF THE TRAIL
BLEW OFF A YOUNG MAN DOWN
N’ I FOUND A PLACE TO BE
FROM RUSH OF GOLD
TO GUSH OF OIL
AND GHOSTS LAID IN BETWEEN
DESPITE THE DIRT
N’ ALL THE HURT
N’ ALL THE BLOODY TOIL
N’ ALL THE PAIN I SEEN
BEHIND THREE FEET OF STURDY WOOD
I PLY MY TRUSTED TRADE
A WELCOME FACE
FRIEND STRANGER FRIEND
WHILE SOME JUST STAY FOR GOOD
WE ALL FLICKER AND FADE
HOW MANY TIMES
YOU POLISH BRASS
STILL MAHOGONY’S WORN
STILL RUN A COMB
OVER MY HAIR
STILL WIPE THE SPOTS FROM GLASS
POUR WHISKEY OVER SCORN
OLD GRIZZLY BOB
AND RAGGER JIM
STUD UNDER THE TABLE
MANGEY MICKEY
AND HIS PRARIE DOG
LICK OUT A BOWL OF GIN
THEN GO HOWL AT MABLE
UP CREEKY DICK
WITH PICK AND PAN
STILL DIGGIN’ FOR THE DREAM
SHERIFF BILLY
WILL HE EVER
GROW UP IN TO THE MAN
HIS PAPPY’D WISHED HE’D BEEN
PARTY HAPPENS
ALL DAY AND NIGHT
SIGHT FOR ALL TO SEE
WHAT ONCE WAS FUN
NOW SEEMS TOO YOUNG
CHRIST I MUST LOOK A SIGHT
WHAT MUST YOU THINK OF ME
NOTHING HAPPENS
ALL DAY AND NIGHT
DON’T SPEAK OF THE UNSEEN
DRINK IN YOUR DRUG
SHOOT UP YOUR SOUL
NO LONGER NEED TO FIGHT
TO WIPE THE BAR SLATE CLEAN
THEN SLINGER JOE
CAME IN ONE DAY
THE BAR BECAME A TOMB
HIS SOULLESS STARE
ALWAYS A THRILL
DARES YOU TO LOOK AWAY
HE STRIDES ACROSS A ROOM
HE TOOK HIS PLACE
IN FRONT OF ME
I POURED HIS USUAL BREW
HE LOOKED AROUND
AND BACK AGAIN
IT’S JUST NOT MEANT TO BE
AND SOMEHOW I JUST KNEW
HE LOOKED INTO
HIS SOOTHING SOURCE
MUSING ETERNITY
HE TOOK A SIP
HE BREATHED SOFT YET HOARSE
AND HE SPOKE FINALLY
FURST MAN AH KILLED
STEEL JEST AH BOY
DUN TEN B’FOR FEFTINE
BAH TWENNYWUN
AH’D JEST LAHST COWNT
N’VER T’K ME NO JOY
DITNT MEAN T BE MEAN
YE THANK YE KNOW
BOUT WHO YE ARE
B’T THAT JEST AINT THE CASE
IF ONE MAN SAYS
THAT HE KNOWS YOU
N GOES TELLS TALES TOO FAR
WELL TELL ME TO MY FACE
EACH MAN AH KILLED
WANTED ME DEAD
N WOULDA DUN THE SAME
AH CAYNT MEMBER
NOW WAT A’H FELT
WAT WUS IN MA’H HED
MY HEART IT FELT NO SHAME
Y’ MAKE A NAME
N’ IN RETURN
REPUTATION’S GIVEN
IT’S LAID ON YOU
BY THOSE AROUND
WHO JEST DON’T WANNA LEARN
HOW A MAN IS DRIVEN
HE DRAINED HIS GLASS
ONE LAST NECK THROE
ROCKED HIM BACK ON HIS STOOL
UNSTEADY PALE
I LEANED FORWARD
LOOKED OVER DOWN AND BELOW
THERE WAS THE GROWING POOL
I SAW HIS FROWN
HE POINTED DOWN
AND OPENED UP HIS SHIRT
NEAR TO HIS HEART
THE KNIFE HE WORE
CLEAR AS DAY TO ME
THIS WAS THE END OF HURT
HE REACHED ACROSS
AND KISSED ME HARD
AND OPENED UP MY EYES
HE HELD ME TIGHT
AND ONE LAST TIME
SLIPPED IN HIS SHARD
THIS WAS THE END OF LIES
I GASPED HE SMILED
ALWAYS HIS WAY
TO END THE WANDERING
I LAID MY HEAD
ON HIS SHOULDER
AND DREAMED ANOTHER DAY
WE DIDN’T FEEL A THING