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Beast of BourbonBig Ron and his jug ruled the neon jungleRed-wing steel-toes on a long brass railsix foot and change he won ev'ry rumblethey got stretchers and he got cots in jailfive shots and a roll of dimes in his fistnow even the bouncer talks with a lisphe's a beast of bourbondon't get him startedcos hair of the dogmakes him lion-heartedcall him out and you'd better call a priestcos mister he's a beasta beast of bourbonthey say she runs a ranch down in Death Valleyshe'd stopped for a shot on her way to CheyenneRon tailed her out the side door to the alleyand pinned her hard against a garbage cancut two buttons off with a ten inch bladebut damn...if that cowgirl wasn't afraidof a beast of bourbondon't get him startedcos hair of the dogmakes him lion-heartedcall him out and you'd better call a priestcos mister he's a beasta beast of bourbonwell, that hayseed was the last strawher fistful of nickels broke his glass jawand left big Ron hurtin''fore he passed out he smelled her breathand realized he'd been messin' witha beast of bourbon a beast of bourbona beast of bourbon(c)2006 Robert George