spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.
We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!
Our Poke(h)er hands stayed empty & the music's...
long since died.
Your sweet songs done, gone & left me
(sobs)
tumbleweed rolls by
Once we prospected forever in this inky ol' ghost town marking spots with X's before a WANTED sign was found
and One Moonshine still ain't big en'f 'f both of us to get our quills thirst drowned
(hic-
cup)
"Look West, and to the horizon,
see the stage at the edge of town?"
My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills I'll slap my thigh & Yee-haw ! riding for them there hills
~Saddled up in the softest leather
Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!
Corseted & brimming,
encased in perfume scented lace
~Bat my eyelids for the masses~
I'll find another place.
And then you can
cut a swell down Main Street,
(remember the brothels to your right)
keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight
cos just outside that swing (ing) door,
the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,
stood grimacing in his top hat, grasping 13 nails tight.
& I'm sure you'll measure up darling
blowing rubied kisses
as I bid mine own true-love's heart goodnight.
*HiHO Silver, away..........!
"Bartender... line me up that **one last shot**, of golden oh-be-joyful... it's as hot as a ***** house on nickel night in here!"