Listen up people; let me share with you a story,

About a young man who wanted just fame, cash and glory.

Not very tall, dressed in hat, coat and vest,

The fastest gun slinger in the wild Wild West.

A companion as well, the man who could pick every lock

If there was something he was, it was a real mean jock.

He just wanted cash and a nice looking gal,

Whom he threw away after he left a town with his pal.

Together the two formed a fearsome gang

Who left town after town with a great big bang.

Now these foul young men 'cided to place their eyes sleek

'Pon the town which I lived in, a place named Peach Creek.

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I was earning my living at the local saloon,

Playing the ivory at a bar that closed every day, noon.

In PC, twelve to two was duelin' time

So the young man saved his place for one or two dimes'.

The feller didn't want any trouble in his place,

Which we all respected since he had a friendly face.

The nicest young man that I ever did meet,

Was considered by the local girls, a "real hunk of meat".

Even though he was skinny and well mannered as few,

He could snap if some feller didn't pay his Mountain Dew.

But that happened quite rarely and as our lives went by,

'Twas rare that someone inside the saloon died.

Outside, it was hellish like Left 4 Dead 2.

But as said, inside there, the killed people were very few.

A dusty old weapon rested 'pon the wall

But never had we heard the gunpowder call.

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Wasn't just me workin' at the bar by the Creek,

Though I mesmerized people with my piano technique.

No, as said, the young barman also owned the joint,

He was friendly, that was the only viewpoint.

Nobody in town had a bad word to him,

In return, he filled the glasses' up to the brim.

Single, he was though a huge fan base of women.

Who sometimes pictured him with his best friend shirtless, out swimmin'.

But alas, straight he was and friends with the- Wait,

Didn't tell you 'bout that? Very well then, though keep the faith!

See, the saloon was divided to two different floors,

Downstairs was the bar, but some that walked through the doors

Headed upstairs directly, well, it's sorta… you see…

Upstairs was something, not tested by me

Or the barman, you could say we were real classy fellows,

Yes, upstairs from the bar, there was a bordello.

Though I'd only seen her from a distance unknown,

I'd fallen in love, in the girl with the backbone.

Never spoke with her though; the blue hair scared me off,

Besides, there were rumors that the thought of the barman got her off.

I was very good friends with her colleague though, the most popular girl,

On my break, it was out on the dance floor for a quick twirl.

This blonde haired angel had it in for the young owner as well,

There's your cliché in a simple nutshell.

A cliché you might ask, yes the barman returned

Angel's feelings, bought her flowers for the money he earned.

Though he never told me, you could see it from miles,

The talking, the laughing, the gestures, the smiles.

Yep, 'twas a real good time at the Peach Creek saloon,

Though we all secretly prayed it wouldn't end too soon.

Though God didn't hear our prayers, which you're about to behold,

See the story is one, by a book never told.

It's the story of the young barman's final showdown,

The day Eddy McGee came to our peaceful town.