Firewater Luke [alternate version]

[Verse 1]
In the hills of Oklahoma, there's a legend about a man
Who roamed the Indian country ever since the rush for land
Firewater was his business, some say his name was Luke
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

[Chorus]
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, to Lawton and Shawnee
Luke sold to thirsty squatters, traded skins with the Pawnee
Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter much to Luke
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
Luke had built a reputation with both outlaw and the law
He was quick with his bootlegging, even quicker on the draw
Many an Oklahoma lawman found how fast he could shoot
Then he'd toast them into glory from the bottle in his boot

[Chorus]
Tulsa, Oklahoma City, none too big and none too small
Treating everybody equal, he believed in drinks for all
Whether Indian or paleface, didn't matter much to Luke
He had a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
The sixgun was protection from both Indian and law
He'd get the warriors on the warpath and then sneak off with their squaw
His firewater was the finest so he seldom had to shoot
The sixgun 'neath his topcoat with the bottle in his boot

[Verse 4]
For just about a century, Luke had everything his way
Then, a hungry politician ran for governor one day
He took over Luke's firewater, gave the government his stills
But you still can see Luke everywhere in the Oklahoma hills

[Chorus]
From Muskogee to Okmulgee, he's appearing every night
Gumming votes for prohibition in a frock that fits so tight
But he's dreaming of the day he'll wear a brand new pinstripe suit
With a sixgun 'neath his topcoat and a bottle in his boot