LINCOLN GREENBACK HITCHED UP HIS HORSE, SHOOK OFF THE TRAIL DUST AND RAMBLED ALONG THE SPLINTERED RAILS INTO THE OUTPOST. DROPPING A BAG OF SILVER AND HALF A JUG OF ROTGUT ON THE HEAVY WOOD TABLE WHERE I SAT AT, HE SAID "HOW 'BOUT A VIDEO FER THIS NEW SONG I CUT AT TOMBSTONE STUDIOS?". BEFORE I SAID "LISTEN HOSS, I AIN'T NEVER BEEN TO THAT RODEO"...HE LEFT THROUGH THE SWINGIN' DOORS, SPURS JANGLIN'. HE MOUNTED HIS HORSE AS TUMBLEWEEDS ROLLED IN THE HOT WIND, SHOUTING: "YA DON'T HIT A VARMIT TILL YA TAKE A SHOT" AND RODE OFF INTO THE BURNING SUNSET. SO I TOOK A SHOT. NOW KICK BACK WITH A SWIG OF WHISKY AND TAKE A LOOK SEE:
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