Well, first I lost silver and then I lost gold,
And then I lost consciousness so I was told;
And when I awoke things had gone amiss,
I'd always been told I would end up like this:
There was blood and a body and bottles galore,
Lying right next to me there on the floor;
I said, "Constable, please, I'm an innocent man!"
As he pried the revolver from out of me hand...

This place makes a fella watchful, and a little lonely.

Charley Noble