The Horse and Groom

From a hip saloon in the Horse and Groom
Cowboy rides alone now, whistling different tune
'Cause it's time to lose the whiskey, just step down off that stool
The stallion riding, pistol-hiding, sentimental fool

I won't ride into the sunset
Behind me, only grief
I won't say that I don't love her
With a toothpick in my teeth

I rode into this one-horse town
When the horse had just three legs
And now they're trying to rid this place
Of the lowlifes and the dregs
Dig that ground, and six feet down
For everyone to see
The saddle of that trusty steed and me

This arthritic pain, in the pouring rain
Whilst inside on the jukebox, Tammy sings again
The next time that you see these boots
They'll not be on my feet
They'll be hanging from the slow coach
To the local cemetery

A true cowboy will lay his hat
Which way the bottle spin
Wake up next to doused out fire
With bean juice down his chin

I rode into this one-horse town
When the horse had just three legs
And now they're trying to rid this place
Of the lowlifes and the dregs
Dig that ground, and six feet down
For everyone to see
The saddle of that trusty steed and me
(And me)

From a hip saloon in the Horse and Groom
Difficult to believe now, he was a cowboy in his day