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As legent wud have it in a jar
Three dolts sat around the bar
Lou, Gaby and Ray
The bartender smiled
And poured a drink
Little did they not know
How to read the wink
The dust from their boots
Smelled roasty funny
their hats were plain
And oddly thorny
A brawny lad with bamboo shoots
guns gleamin on his sides
ambles to the stool and slides
a barrel of barely brew
His fist opens and bullets strew
How much are these worth for ya?
He looks at the three dolts
Never seen this in my hole
They aint dilver and none are gold
The bartender looked at the lad
Pity he was not properly clad
Your iron and steel
are they inside you’re heel?
The three dolts gazed at the heathen
And fear like fire struck his breathin
Their eyes glowed unholy red
He had heard stories
Of the waylin dead
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