Dirty Dick

We've been drinking whiskey since the river dried up
It's getting hard to find a barman just to fill my cup
Let alone to listen while I spill my guts and complain about my station
While my insides rust

I came in on the wings of a bat
Only to crawl out like a wounded rat
I thought I could atone for the things I've done
But some things are faster than an old man's gun

I'm blood and bone
I'm wood and chrome
I'm all alone nowhere my home
And I'm almost gone

We've been shooting horses since the sicknesses spread
It's getting hard to find a mare without a hole in her head
Let alone a stallion either living or dead
We fed them to the children with their water and bread

I knocked a couple back and I got to my feet
Said "pardon me mister you and I got to speak
It seems one of us has our maker to meet"
Not a minute later I'm lying dead in the street



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Gawronski
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