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Shotgun Duel

from Discount Liquors by Skunkmello

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Four hundred forty proof
But it’s so cold upon this roof
I didn’t plan on playing truth
Neath the November Moon
An hour past last call
But still a long way left to fall
With Tecates big and tall
And the sun rising soon
There ain’t no room to plead
My only chance it seems is to
Stare down the dirty deed
And strike a West Texas tune
Place your wagers as you please
And count it down from three
The morning time is 5:15
But it’s on like high noon

Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon
Good old shotgun duel
And it’s High Noon…tonight

Hey there my amigo
I’m thinking why don’t we go
The sky is amarillo
And I can’t find my keys
And I can’t feel my face-ah
And I can’t drink no more cerveza
This will be the coup de grace-ah
Of my mobility
Well do I even dare
And try to meet that crooked stare
And send a tin-can through the air
On an outer-borough breeze
Well I think I got the shakes
And I can’t seem to find them brakes
A moment’s pause is all it takes
And it’s on like tumbleweed

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from Discount Liquors, released October 9, 2019

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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