Long ago in the
Old Wild West
With
empty pockets
In his vest
Into
the frontier
Town of Conroy
Rode
a ragged
Looking cowboy
He
tied up by
The towns hotel
And
found a man
A tale to tell
He
said that he
Had bad luck
And
all he needed
Was a buck
The
man took him
To the saloon
Saying
if you drink
From the spittoon
Ill
give you fifty
Take time to think
Fifty
dollars
If you take a drink
The
cowboy nodded
And then said yes
He
was willing
Well more or less
He
held the spittoon
Up to his lip
He
took a breath
And then a sip
He
drank his fill
Till all was gone
The
man paid up
And said well done
You
really earned
This money well
But I must say this
If truth to tell
I
would have paid you
Just to try
You
did not need
To drink it dry
Why
didn’t you stop?
Are you a chump?
I
couldn’t stop
It was in one lump
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