Every day’s a gold rush <br />And you can’t trust no-one <br />Coz they’re all double-negatives <br />And hanging’s a spectator sport <br />And writing’s for tombstones <br />And real men down whiskey <br />And everyone’s your friend <br />And its drinks all round <br /> <br />The gunslinger’s in the belltower <br />And women hike up their skirts <br />And wear boots over fishnets <br />But it’s not like the movies <br />Where the sheriffs aren’t crooked <br />And the villains all don black <br />And everyone’s your friend <br />And its drinks all round <br /> <br />It’s a dry argument in a dustbowl <br />And you can’t take a bath <br />Coz the town’s got no water <br />So you wash once a month <br />With a jug and a basin <br />And the bedbugs don’t mind <br />And everyone’s your friend <br />And its drinks all round <br /> <br />The preacher’s daughter’s no virgin <br />Lucky your horse knows the way <br />Coz you’re a wreck in a desert <br />And the flowers are all cactus <br />And your hat’s full of holes <br />From all those near misses <br />And everyone’s your friend <br />And its drinks all round <br /> <br />Yeah everyone’s your friend <br />And its drinks all round<br /><br />Dean Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wild-wild-west-2/
