Postal Scam - The Ballad of Al Denton Lyrics

Oh, Charlie, here stumbles Rummy
Never pays for a drink, but come-he oh come-he
Saloons got no f*cking money
Now we're singing how dry I am
On the street, creeps that peddler
A real keen bastard, the potion master
Owns the key to make your shot faster
Drying out with the scum and the sand
Draw your guns and stare in the sun
Mr. Denton's here your hell has begun
Don't call him Rummy
Cuz you think you're above
He's just a trigger happy man
He's doing the best he can
Good old Denton has finally realized
The man he'll face has the same disguise
So he wants to look cut, prim and proper
Better look best for his demise
Standing tie they drew, no winner
Both hands they shot, egos thinner
The potion man just choked on his dinner
Two open empty graves
Each man equally brave
Draw your guns and stare in the sun
Mr. Denton's here your hell has begun
Don't call him Rummy
Cuz you think you're above
He's just a trigger happy man
He's doing the best he can
Their lesson's learned these men will run
Knowing the peddler had already won
Setting them up for their big dance
Just dealing with circumstance
There was nobody that could win
They both discovered through their sin
That was the night that fate stepped in
Draw your guns and stare in the sun
Mr. Denton's here your hell has begun
Don't call him Rummy
Cuz you think you're above
He's just a trigger happy man
He's doing the best he can
Draw your guns and stare in the sun
Mr. Denton's here your hell has begun
Don't call him Rummy
Cuz you think you're above
He's just a trigger happy man
He's doing the best he can