He's slim & tall,
With a cowboy hat,
He likes alcohol,
But never flat,
He drives a truck,
Late at night,
He goes to bars,
And picks a fight,
From fighting drunks,
He gets his thrill,
The way they fight,
They have no skill,
Until one day,
The man was dared,
A drink-off was called,
And words were shared,
They drank & drank,
Until no more,
And the loser fell,
Right on the floor,
The winner stood up,
The winner was he,
The one who had called,
The drink-off to be,
The man had lost,
The one way he can,
And the drunks came back,
To dare this man.
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