Verse 1:

Now once upon a time, not long ago

There was a man with a plan, and a heart of gold

He was a drifter, rode in slick, swifter than a whisper

Hip holstered heater, was a gift from his sister

He promised he’d return treasures and riches

And a federal prison wasn’t what he envisioned

But one decision would grip him a couple warrants and wishes

A collision with the law could end it all for his business

Lucky for him, he happened to be quick on the draw

The fastest gun in the west, yes, the best of them all

Droppin anyone that stood in his way straight to their knees

But a job went south that should’ve went down with ease

And so he, needed a safe house, a safe escape route

A place that he could stay and lay his head when things would break out

But where to go? He knew he had to know soon

Before shit really started to pop off, like a balloon

Hook: (x2)

At the Saloon

Go grab round at the bar

Play cards, after dark, start drinkin at noon

At the Saloon

We’ll chill and smoke a cigar

And throw darts, no marks, just a couple of goons

Verse 2:

He rounded up his posse, told the cops “Don’t try and stop me!”

Not too odd to cop a crop of guap but broadly not a copy

Now he got the sheriff awfully hot and thought that he’d be sorry

If he tried to stop him he’d make sure his shot would not be sloppy

All he needed was a single big robbery

Bring back the gold and the cash back to his property

And fightin poverty was a product of oddity

Probably win the lottery and distribute it properly

See, His only goal was get the money and run

It never was his intentions to go and bloody his gun

But the sheriff was a twisted old drunk

Good and evil seamlessly equal when people seem to perceive them as one

And so our passionate anti-hero protagonist

Grabbed the cash and dashed as fast as opposite of molasses quick

Right then and there was where the sheriff met his doom

Now it was time to relax, and kick back

(Hook x2)