Beatdown Saloon
Somebody sold out and shot down the neighborhood saloonThey had been thrown out of there too many times since the ides of march last june
The same downtrodden soul had been spinning a fake cocoon
That's what had driven that chrysalis to decrypt those ancient runes
Mr Ambition and his band of sullen scallywags
Found a spot at the bar next to Mr Contentment and his cadre of late-day lusty hags
Ambition said to Contentment, with contempt for his rags
"May I sit there and chat a bit and smoke one of your fags"
Sit down said Mr Contentment with naught but cheer to give
Its not my place or time or distinction to tell you how to live
Drinks were flowing fast and free in the saloon that I forgive
But Ambition couldn't drink enough to finally put away his shiv
The sun was sinking low when Mr Ambition summoned the nerve
To stab old man Contentment, and rid this town of his lack of verve
Mr Contentment took it in his heart with a knife that had a curve
And the barkeep could do nothing but watch as his last drink he did serve
Ambition and the scallywags poured into the street and cheered
But waiting in the dusk of day was the lawman who'd just appeared
The Deputy had come to town, they knew not where he was reared
His steely glance and gun of chance were the objects they all feared
"Ambition" cried the lawman, in a voice made out of gold
"Your days of killin lawlessly are like molasses done run cold"
The murderers all drew there weapons which dated back from days of old
But The Deputy just stood his ground his soul was awful bold
The Deputy with gun still holstered drew on his cosmic power
The steely weapons of the scallywags turned to chicken grease and flour
Once rough tough men but now made small in the shadows they did cower
Now only foes, the one would win, the other he would devour
"Ambition" shouted the lawman, in voice filled with decree
"Lay down your guns, cease and desist, don't make a killer of me"
Ambition whistled and called his horse and he began to flee
They all in fact made for the horizon till none the eye could see
The Deputy went to the bar where the dead Mr Contentment lay
He summoned healing powers and kept eternal night at bay
Mr Contentment raised his head to find his glass half full of chardonnay
He thanked The Deputy for letting his heart drink another day
Now a memorial marker stands where the saloon once drew men in
The days of magick Deputies' have scattered in the wind
The end of this tale is the catalyst for a new one to begin
Its about the marriage of the Deputy to an Asian named Chau Nguyen
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