Saloon

Verse 1:
Now once upon a time, not long ago
There was a man with a plan, and a heart of gold
He was a drifter, rode in slick, swifter than a whisper
Hip holstered heater, was a gift from his sister

He promised he’d return treasures and riches
And a federal prison wasn’t what he envisioned
But one decision would grip him a couple warrants and wishes
A collision with the law could end it all for his business

Lucky for him, he happened to be quick on the draw
The fastest gun in the west, yes, the best of them all
Droppin anyone that stood in his way straight to their knees
But a job went south that should’ve went down with ease

And so he, needed a safe house, a safe escape route
A place that he could stay and lay his head when things would break out
But where to go? He knew he had to know soon
Before shit really started to pop off, like a balloon

Hook: (x2)
At the Saloon
Go grab round at the bar
Play cards, after dark, start drinkin at noon

At the Saloon
We’ll chill and smoke a cigar
And throw darts, no marks, just a couple of goons

Verse 2:
He rounded up his posse, told the cops “Don’t try and stop me!”
Not too odd to cop a crop of guap but broadly not a copy
Now he got the sheriff awfully hot and thought that he’d be sorry
If he tried to stop him he’d make sure his shot would not be sloppy

All he needed was a single big robbery
Bring back the gold and the cash back to his property
And fightin poverty was a product of oddity
Probably win the lottery and distribute it properly

See, His only goal was get the money and run
It never was his intentions to go and bloody his gun
But the sheriff was a twisted old drunk
Good and evil seamlessly equal when people seem to perceive them as one

And so our passionate anti-hero protagonist
Grabbed the cash and dashed as fast as opposite of molasses quick
Right then and there was where the sheriff met his doom
Now it was time to relax, and kick back
(Hook x2)