Oh Devil, don't tempt me with that bottle o' whiskey.
Oh, you know my sin is gluttony, just let me be free.
My soul is getting tired and old,
but Satan, I won't fold.
My pockets are empty like a dried up well.
Maybe we're all just living in your hell.
But maybe there's a light at the end of this long fight.
Shining like a medallion,
I ride forth on my stallion.
As words from a friend of old,
make this world less cold.
Now I ride towards the sunrise, with hope in my eyes.
With my gun hanging by my side,
I'm coming for the prize!
©unsungsoul
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