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#saloon
It was a cold winters night Right outside the town of Bridgestone The place was silent except for the old saloon A new face appeared just the other day, he spent most nights in there Some gazed at the fanciness of his clothes Other scorned at the six shooter on his hip I talked with him a little, he told me he was moving on with life, searching for something new and bright He only planned to be here for a few nights, wasn't looking to pick a bone So I gathered supplies, scurried a horse, and made sure he was gone by next afternoon The next day is when the platoon came looking for him, I told them, the man was headed just south of Rabbit's Hair Little did they know the man was traveling north to Letterman's Grove Let this be a lesson kid, I may not have a story to tell, but this rusty old six shooter and gold is a most generous tip.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
Help from a Stranger
Honey Girl chained my heart to yours girl kissed my *** goodbye knew you was the heartbreaker love you till i die sooner before later i know what's coming soon love you till i die girl in ***** tonk saloon in my dreams been dreaming of your love for me lordy lordy honey girl please give up to me words were spoken often none i thought was true lordy lordy honey girl ***** tonk saloon
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
Honey Girl