Music generated by AI (suno)
The sun sinks low by the saloon door,
Beer starts foaming in a scratched-up glass.
Heavy boots drag slow across the floor,
Every man just wants to rest at last.
Round the table, cowboys deal the cards,
Five drinks down and it’s hittin' hard.
Fat Bill smirks with an ace to hide,
Now trouble’s brewin’ at his side!
A bottle to the head - start the fight!
Teeth go flyin’ left and right!
Guys hit the window, folk hits the bar,
Beer and whiskey spillin’ from jars!
Another bottle of whiskey is gone,
Someone’s talkin' of gold in the pan.
A nugget in his pocket - no con,
As the devil starts dealin’ his plan.
A drunkard staggers, starts to fall,
Barely standin’, hits the wall.
He knocks a chair - it hits a man,
Then all hell breaks loose in the hall!
A bottle to the head - start the fight!
Teeth go flyin’ left and right!
Guys hit the window, folk hits the bar,
Beer and whiskey spillin’ from jars!
For one damn week these doors held tight,
No chairs went flyin’, no barroom fights.
The finest bottles lined up in a row,
Now smashed to hell down below!
A bottle to the head - start the fight!
Teeth go flyin’ left and right!
Guys hit the window, folk hits the bar,
Beer and whiskey spillin’ from jars!
A bottle to the head - start the fight!
Teeth go flyin’ left and right!
Guys hit the window, folk hits the bar,
Beer and whiskey spillin’ from jars!
