Saloon Gals

The wild west were where my living grew up.
I carried a bad temper even as a young pup.


Got myself in trouble most every day.
Almost never grew up cause of a daily fray.


I sassed most folk til one day in a saloon
A sassy gal slapped me and called me a "buffoon."


I didn't know what that word meant
But I knew it sure weren't no compliment.


All the cowboys that was swilling cheap gin
Were laughing at me and my bright red chin.


Now normally I would have picked a fight
With one of the cowboys to set things right.


But that saloon gal smiled real purty at me
And switched my attention by rubbin my knee.


Not havin much experience in female-type things
I had no idea what feelings that brings.


My mind got all fuzzy, my eyes got all glued
To the soft purty woman that altered my mood.


That slap from a saloon gal was my coming of age
I've been drunk ever since just waiting to engage.