Last Call Knockout

(yee-haw!) I stepped inside the Golden Boot to have a quiet glass

But then a flying whiskey bottle shattered in the pass

Big Bill was staring down a man who spilled his draft beer

cold

And in three seconds flat,

a wild saloon brawl did unfold

A chair went splintering across the rugged wooden floor

Six guys from out of town were charging straight toward the door

I ducked beneath a swinging fist and threw a wild left hook

And soon the whole foundation of that dusty tavern shook

It was a knock-down drag-out,

a classic wild West scene

The hardest-hitting bar room fight this valley's ever seen

We were bruising, we were rolling,

swinging for the sky Fifty angry fellows with a wild look in

their eye! (hahaha)

When the dust had finally settled

and the smoke began to clear

All fifty of us groaning

in a puddle of spilled beer

I looked up from the floorboards

to find out why we fought

And saw the lovely lady

that we'd altogether sought

It was a knock-down drag-out,

a classic wild West scene

The hardest-hitting bar room fight this valley's ever seen

We were bruising, we were rolling,

swinging for the sky

Fifty angry fellows with a wild look in their eye!

She didn't glance at any of us laying on the floor

She grabbed a quiet stranger and she strolled right out the door!

(well, I'll be damned)