Letra de 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 wishing for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure four measure
Bulging out and brimming over at The Clover Saloon

I was sitting there one evening and feeling I was straight
A fellow called me something I particularly hate
I threw a bottle at him but the fellow ducked too soon
That's how I lost my credit at The Clover Saloon

I'm just a dusty cow-hand and brother I am broke
And brother I'm so thirsty I'm going up in smoke
I've got one ambition like wishing for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure four measure
Bulging out and brimming over at The Clover Saloon

Threw the bottle at him and missed him like I said
I broke the bar-room 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 dusty cow-hand waiting for the worst
They're hanging me tomorrow in the meadow of my thirst
I've got one ambition like wishing for the moon
To drink a glass of pleasure four measure
Bulging out and brimming over at The Clover Saloon