Lyrics
Bourbon Legend
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Words: Scotty Dimond Music: Vernon Service I strolled into the dusty town With a six shooter on my hips I got just one last bullet left and one Helluva thirst on my lips I push open the doors to the local saloon And meet a sea of weary eyes By the time I hit my bar stool They've all just realized Chorus: I'm the bastard that drinks each bar to close I'm the drunkard who falls on his face I'm the man who calls your lady a harlot I'm the drunk with no social grace I'm the cowboy who likes his whiskey Served warm in a dirty glass Tonight I'm the bourbon legend And you all can kiss my ass I push away from the smokey bar And take a glance around the room The piano man is playing nervously Hoping to God that I'll leave here soon I grab the nearest pretty lady And slip some silver in her blouse I still got one lonely bullet And a fire I just can't douse Chorus Well she's paid by the hour to make me smile She hasn't succeeded yet And if you think I won't see the morning I say that's a pretty safe bet So now I cock that lonely bullet I think it's just about time And all the ghosts of this here whiskey bar Step up to the stage and chime Chorus | ||||
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