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A tongue-in-cheek Old West morality tale. Or something like that. |
Love came to town with a gun in her hand Holding the destiny of a wanted man She busted through the batwings of The last chance saloon Shot the piano player for playing out of tune Bellied up to the bar and ordered a double Barkeep said "we don't want no trouble" "I didn't ask what you wanted, you timorous twit Give me whiskey or trouble's what you'll get" Without another word he brought her a drink She knocked it back before he could blink She said "I'm looking for fella, one you mighta seen Kinda new around town, know who I mean?" The barkeep didn't take a moment to ponder Just pointed his finger and said "over yonder" Love turned her gun on the dark corner of the room There stood a man, half-concealed in the gloom. Love said "Jake why did you do it, ruin all that we had?" Jake said "Why'd you shoot the piano player, he wasn't that bad" "Don't change the subject!" Lady Love cried "You told me you cared, but you cheated and lied Jake kicked at the sawdust and said "aw shucks, You weren't nothin' but a couple of good~BOOM!! As Jake's body hit the floor, the barkeep said "Lady, you just shot both my piano players." |