"The Saloon" lyrics
The place was full. And jaws of the customers were on the floor at the site of a colored boy in their establishment. Malnourished, dehydrated and starving, Rooster turned to the bartender and asked "Excuse me, may I please have a glass of water?"
The bartender only stared. Then poured a glass of whiskey to a man next to him in him in his mid thirties. "There you go, sir." A Gunslinger. Tall, handsome and due for a shave. The Gunslinger stared at his drink
"Please ma'am, I'm so thirsty. I-"
"Hey, what you can't take a hint, boy?" A burly man said as he rose from his poker table
"No sir. I don't want no trouble, I jus-" He then pushed Rooster into the Gunslinger
"What the hell's your problem, big man?"
"This don't concern you."
"Well now, it didn't 'til you spilled five cents of whiskey all over me."
"Now listen here. I got six shots aimed at your fucking skull. Ain't not that I gotta be good from three feet way but if you don't-" The Gunslinger put three holes
In the man before he could finish his sentence. The rest of the men at the poker table all drew their weapons and fired upon Rooster and the Gunslinger, as did everyone else in the saloon. Both Rooster and this wild gunman jumped behind the bar as he shot relentlessly at every soul that dared return fire
"I just want something to drink, man"
"Could've just asked outside"
"What the hell?"
"Just keep your goddamn head down."
"Okay, okay."
And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. And the only men alive were Rooster, the Gunslinger and the bartender. The two men sat back down
"Ain't you gonna kill me too?"
"Ain't you gonna pour me another whiskey? And, uh, maybe a glass of water for the kid, huh? "
The bartender only stared. Then poured a glass of whiskey to a man next to him in him in his mid thirties. "There you go, sir." A Gunslinger. Tall, handsome and due for a shave. The Gunslinger stared at his drink
"Please ma'am, I'm so thirsty. I-"
"Hey, what you can't take a hint, boy?" A burly man said as he rose from his poker table
"No sir. I don't want no trouble, I jus-" He then pushed Rooster into the Gunslinger
"What the hell's your problem, big man?"
"This don't concern you."
"Well now, it didn't 'til you spilled five cents of whiskey all over me."
"Now listen here. I got six shots aimed at your fucking skull. Ain't not that I gotta be good from three feet way but if you don't-" The Gunslinger put three holes
In the man before he could finish his sentence. The rest of the men at the poker table all drew their weapons and fired upon Rooster and the Gunslinger, as did everyone else in the saloon. Both Rooster and this wild gunman jumped behind the bar as he shot relentlessly at every soul that dared return fire
"I just want something to drink, man"
"Could've just asked outside"
"What the hell?"
"Just keep your goddamn head down."
"Okay, okay."
And just as quickly as it had started, it was over. And the only men alive were Rooster, the Gunslinger and the bartender. The two men sat back down
"Ain't you gonna kill me too?"
"Ain't you gonna pour me another whiskey? And, uh, maybe a glass of water for the kid, huh? "
