Текст песни Tristram Cary - The Ballad of the Last Chance Saloon XX
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So fill up your glasses, And join in the song. The law’s right behind you, And it won’t take long. So come, you coyotes And howl at the moon, Till there’s blood upon the sawdust, In The Last Chance Saloon. On your way then you cowboys, The time will be soon, When there's blood upon the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. It's your last chance of cussing At a gunfighter's doom, It's your last chance of nothin' At the Last Chance Saloon! Till there's blood on the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. With rings on their fingers And bells on their toes The girls come to Tombstone In their high silk hose. They'll dance on the tables Or sing you a tune, For whatever's in your wallet At the Last Chance Saloon. On your way then, you lawmen, The time will be soon, When there's blood upon the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. It's your last chance of boozing, Where there's no-one to mind. It's your last chance of losing And the first place you'll find. When there's blood upon the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. When there's blood upon the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon! You've a good chance of dyin', It's your last chance to hide. There won't be no flyin' Till your last, long ride. There's gamblers from Denver, There's guns from the South, And many a Cowboy With a dry dry mouth. There's a ragtime piana' And a small back room, For to sleep off your troubles In the Last Chance Saloon. With rings on their fingers And bells on their toes, The girls come to Tombstone In their high silk hose. You've a good chance of dying, It's your last chance to hide; There won't be no flyin' 'Til your last, long ride. You've a good chance of swingin', It's your last chance to hide. And your last chance at singin' Till your last long ride. So pick him up gentle And carry him slow, He's gone kind of mental Under Earp's heavy blow. It's your last chance of boozing Where there's no-one to mind, It's your last chance of losing And the first place you find. It's your last chance of earning Your gunfighters fee. The pay is in dollars, But the bullets are free. It's your last chance of cussing At a gunfighters doom. It's your last chance of nothin' It's the Last Chance Saloon. So it's curtains for Charlie, That barman of fame. He met Johnny Ringo And he knew Johnny's name. He knew Johnny's name And he spoke it out loud. Now Charlie the barman Has gotten a shroud. He knew Johnny's name And he spoke it out loud. Now Charlie the barman Has gotten a shroud. Johnny Ringo has found her. Johnny Ringo's found Kate. The gunslinger's got her, Now what is her fate? Johnny Ringo has seen her, She's coming his way. Johnny Ringo and Katie Were lovers, they say. It's curtains for Warren, They've gunned the kid down. And them bad, cruel outlaws Are heading for town. On your way then you cowboys The time will be soon When there's blood on the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. He knew Johnny's name And he spoke it out loud. Now Charlie the barman Has gotten a shroud. It's curtains for Warren, They've gunned the kid down. And them bad, cruel outlaws Are heading for town. On your way then you cowboys, The time will be soon When there's blood on the sawdust In the Last Chance Saloon. So the Earps and the Clantons Are aimin' to meet, At the OK Corral Near Calamity Street. It's the OK Corral Boys of gun fighting fame, Where the Earps and the Clantons, They played out the game. They played out the game And we nevermore shall Hear a story the like Of the OK Corral. So the cards, they are drawn An' the chips, they are down, Them outlaws and lawmen Are headin' for town. And the Earps and the Clantons Are aimin' to meet At the OK Corral Near Calamity Street. So them bad, cruel outlaws Are meeting up soon. And they've drunk their last drink In the Last-Chance Saloon. It's the OK Corral Boys of gun fighting fame, Where the Earps and the Clantons, They played out their game. They paid their sins And they lost on the draw. For the Earps they was faster And they was the law. So beware all you cowboys Who's yearning to sin. If the Earps is the lawmen You ain't gonna win. |
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