Time Share in a Shady Tavern

[couchgrouch]

Time Share in a Shady TavernJustin's waiting outside at noonwhen I open this Texas saloonhe roots his Wranglers on the stoolby the Budweiser tapI put down a napkin...pull him a drafthe shows me a long scar and laughssays the bull that 'bout tore him in halfmade some fine leather chapsSandy takes that stool next, asks me why love disappearsumbrellas in her drinks, shed her raindrop tearsyeah, they each share a pieceof squeaky propertyin this hardwood cavernthey share the good times and badcos for a while they each havea time share in a shady tavernwell, Sam shuffles in at sixrelates how he struck it richplayin' snakehole golf in the stickswhen a small plane went downever since he saw that Cessna crashol' Sam ain't been short of cashhe's been sellin' that smuggler's stashall over townthen Bill comes in at eightcursing his bad luckit's belly up to the barsince his job went belly upyeah, they each share a pieceof some lonely propertyin this hardwood cavernthey share the good times and badcos for a while they each havea time share in a shady tavernwell, Sam was toastin' with the good stuffwhen the cops dragged him out in cuffsbut tomorrow it's guaranteedsomeone else will drink the deedto a time share in a shady tavern (c)2007 Robert George