"Now hang on man, that's half the share, that we agreed that day!
So pay your dues and do it now or watch me walk away."
(I must confess, I promised more, but we were scoundrels, all,
And I the sort to save a man so I could watch him fall).
"Be still, good chap, let's talk as men and settle this dispute.
I am your friend, and honour-bound - don't paint me as a brute."
(He tarried then, but for a while, suspecting I spoke truth -
But I'm the sort, if truth be told, who's rotten to the roots).
"Am I to understand," he said, "that you will give me half?"
(And it was all that I could do to deconstruct a laugh).
Now at this point, I felt an itch, and reached toward my gun,
But it was eve - he held the east - quite blinded by the sun.
"'tis true that I have been unfair and understand your gripe,
So let's sit down and settle this before the day is night."
Some background now for I have lived a shady sort of life:
I had it all - a job and friends, three children and a wife.
I drank too much, left on the gas, the house went up in flames;
A broken home, a shattered man are all that now remains.
So you can judge but what I have is murder, guns and gold -
I'll play my hand, so help me God, you'll never see me fold.
By sitting down to sort it through, he made his final bed:
My gun came out, he never saw, and I blew off his head.