“Do me a favor”, that flammin' Cowboy said, and yep... there was definitely summit missing in his favour.
“Gimme yer dress”, he said. Defrocked, I was, in the blink of a whiskey chaser. I should’ve listened to me mother.
Heavens above don’t even know what he wanted wiv it, but I ain’t too happy at the countless encounters I’m coming across facing the butt of a half cocked weapon pointing at some one else’s mistakes. Now what the hell have yer done wiv me frock, Valance?