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A trip to rotgut I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon. The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon. I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hang mans plank. For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor. Rotgut was a mean town hanging was a weekly thing. But today there would be no. For my guns would blaze to save a man in rotgut.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
a trip to rotgut
A trip to rotgut I rode my horse in to a town called Rotgut As I rode up the main street I looked at the old saloon. The doors was closed to traffic for some odd reason it wasn't noon. I notice at the front of the sheriff's office a hang mans plank. For today, they were hanging billy boy Taylor. Rotgut was a mean town hanging was a weekly thing. But today there would be no. For my guns would blaze to save a man in rotgut.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
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