Ghoultown: Drink With The Living Dead

Posted: July 23, 2013 by ShortTimer in Badass, Music

I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil one sheet hung to the wind
when the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in
he moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye
I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night

he lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar
walked on up beside me I knew he’d traveled far
in a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said…
one shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend


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