| Bartender, I know you’re a reasonable man
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| Looks like you got the run of this place
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| Set me up a round so’s that I can see your hands
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| And wipe the goddamned smile off of your face
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| I’m sure you must have heard of me, I’m lightning with my Smith
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| And my reputation burns all through the west
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| So if you know what is good for you, shut up and get the whiskey
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| And not that trade stuff, I want nothin' but your best
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| And pour 'em kinda strong 'cause I won’t be here long
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| You best not do me wrong, just pour 'em kinda strong
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| I ain’t got time to savour 'em, I gotta drink 'em quick
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| I’ve conveyed my urgency, I hope
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| If they catch me it’s all over, I’ll be way on up the creek
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| And I’ll be swingin' on the wrong end of a rope
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| The posse’s been behind me now for six or seven days
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| Only two hours back and chewin' on my dust
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| I got a powerful thirst I come in here to try to slake
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| So serve it up or draw down if you must
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| Well I wasn’t really watchin' you, my eyes was on the door
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| Imagine my surprise to hear the cock
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| Of that .32 that left me here to bleed out on your floor
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| I’m too far gone to bother with the doc
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| Well I wasn’t really watchin' you, my eyes was to the east
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| You know, to dull the pain I could use one more
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| You surely won’t deny a man a dyin' drink at least
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| I’m awful embarrassed at how I spoke to you before
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| So pour 'em kinda strong 'cause I won’t be here long
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| Mister, please don’t do me wrong, just pour 'em kinda strong
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| You surely won’t deny a dyin' man a drink at least
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| I’m awful embarrassed at how I spoke to you before |