On Nervous Legs

3Gun tipped his hat to Marshall Lorne

Happy to see the girls were gone

The jail needed scrubbin'

And the cots all cleaned

Too big a job for Little Ron

Alister had his deed and was opening a mine

Looked like that was gonna be fine

But a new villain had raised his head

Out in Tent City

That was gonna be a real pity

He had to talk to Kae

Find out about the stabbing

Dodge the Reverend's constant blabbing

But there was one thing that just couldn't wait

Dinner at CG's, sharp at eight

Put on a clean, pressed shirt

Wet his hair and combed it

Picked up a fancy bottle of wine from Satchel

His assurance was crucial

Squared his hat and out he lit