Pour 'Em Kinda Strong - Corb Lund

Bartender, I know you’re a reasonable man

Looks like you got the run of this place

Set me up a round so’s that I can see your hands

And wipe the goddamned smile off of your face

I’m sure you must have heard of me, I’m lightning with my Smith

And my reputation burns all through the west

So if you know what is good for you, shut up and get the whiskey

And not that trade stuff, I want nothin' but your best

And pour 'em kinda strong 'cause I won’t be here long

You best not do me wrong, just pour 'em kinda strong

I ain’t got time to savour 'em, I gotta drink 'em quick

I’ve conveyed my urgency, I hope

If they catch me it’s all over, I’ll be way on up the creek

And I’ll be swingin' on the wrong end of a rope

The posse’s been behind me now for six or seven days

Only two hours back and chewin' on my dust

I got a powerful thirst I come in here to try to slake

So serve it up or draw down if you must

Well I wasn’t really watchin' you, my eyes was on the door

Imagine my surprise to hear the cock

Of that .32 that left me here to bleed out on your floor

I’m too far gone to bother with the doc

Well I wasn’t really watchin' you, my eyes was to the east

You know, to dull the pain I could use one more

You surely won’t deny a man a dyin' drink at least

I’m awful embarrassed at how I spoke to you before

So pour 'em kinda strong 'cause I won’t be here long

Mister, please don’t do me wrong, just pour 'em kinda strong

You surely won’t deny a dyin' man a drink at least

I’m awful embarrassed at how I spoke to you before