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Saloon
by
Steve Quick
Those swinging doors beckon to all
Just like the Devil's call
Inside is whisky and rye
And pretty girls beg you to buy
Cigar smoke hangs on the chandelier
Loud talk and laughter is all you hear
Gamblers at a table, their faces hard
Money won or lost on the turn of a card
The girls float around like beautiful birds
Laughing and smiling at each cowboy's word
And the bartender watches as he fills each glass
Knowing tonight could be some cowboy's last
The red eye is flowing
The noise is growing
Soon some poor soul will be called a cheat
Then outside a gunfight in the street
Shots will ring out and one will be done in
And the crown goes back to drinking again
And the red eye keeps flowing
And the noise keeps growing
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