Connie Converse
The Clover Saloon
I’m just a dusty cowhand,a dusty, thirsty soul.I used to keep my moneyin a pocket with a hole.I’ve got one ambitionlike wishing for the moon:to drink a glass of pleasure,four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ overat the Clover Saloon.I was settin’ there one evening’and feelin’ I was straight.A fella called me somethin’I particularly hate.I threw a bottle at him,but the feller ducked to soon.That’s how I lost my creditat the Clover Saloon.I’m just a dusty cowhandand, brother, I am broke.And, brother, I’m so thirstyI’m goin’ up in smoke.Letras de cancionesI’ve got one ambitionlike wishing for the moon:to drink a glass of pleasure,four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ overat the Clover Saloon.Threw the bottle at himand missed him like I said.I broke the bar-room mirrorand left it there for dead.I shot him through the middleto make him change his tune.That’s how I lost my creditat the Clover Saloon.I’m just a dusty cowhanda-waitin’ for the worst.They’re hangin’ me tomorrowin the middle of my thirst.I’ve got one ambitionlike wishing for the moon:to drink a glass of pleasure,four-measure, bulgin’ out and brimmin’ overat the Clover Saloon.
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