Every day’s a gold rush br And you can’t trust no-one br Coz they’re all double-negatives br And hanging’s a spectator sport br And writing’s for tombstones br And real men down whiskey br And everyone’s your friend br And its drinks all round br br The gunslinger’s in the belltower br And women hike up their skirts br And wear boots over fishnets br But it’s not like the movies br Where the sheriffs aren’t crooked br And the villains all don black br And everyone’s your friend br And its drinks all round br br It’s a dry argument in a dustbowl br And you can’t take a bath br Coz the town’s got no water br So you wash once a month br With a jug and a basin br And the bedbugs don’t mind br And everyone’s your friend br And its drinks all round br br The preacher’s daughter’s no virgin br Lucky your horse knows the way br Coz you’re a wreck in a desert br And the flowers are all cactus br And your hat’s full of holes br From all those near misses br And everyone’s your friend br And its drinks all round br br Yeah everyone’s your friend br And its drinks all roundbr br Dean Meredithbr br