The Clover Saloon

I’m just a dusty cowhand
A dusty, thirsty soul
I used to keep my money
In a pocket with a hole
I’ve got one ambition
Like wishin' for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure
Four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ over
At the Clover Saloon
I was settin’ there one evenin’
And fillin’ out a straight
A fella called me somethin’
I particularly hate
I threw a bottle at him
But the feller ducked too soon
That’s how I lost my credit
At the Clover Saloon
I’m just a dusty cowhand
And, brother, I am broke
And, brother, I’m so thirsty
I’m goin’ up in smoke
I’ve got one ambition
Like wishin' for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure
Four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ over
At the Clover Saloon
Threw the bottle at him
And missed him, like I said
I broke the barroom mirror
And left it there for dead
I shot him through the middle
To make him change his tune
That’s how I lost my credit
At the Clover Saloon
I’m just a dusty cowhand
A-waitin’ for the worst
They’re hangin’ me tomorrow
In the middle of my thirst
I’ve got one ambition
Like wishin' for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure
Four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ over
At the Clover Saloon