Smug felt pretty satisfied
as he rode into the town.
It was quieter than the last time,
and the sun was a comin’ down.

He figured he’d stop at Kitty’s
to have a drink or two.
He could celebrate his victory
of this newly polished jewel.

Smug ordered up some whiskey
and some bullets for his gun,
and said his horse was getting frisky
‘cuz a shoe had come undone.

Kitty bid him take a chair,
and handed him some bathtub gin.
She said, “Judge this may seem unfair,
but I don’t know where to begin.”

“The bankers took my liquor
‘cause I couldn’t pay my loan.
If you’d have shown up quicker
you could have saved my home!”

“We got no bullets to sell ya’
and I feel sorry for your horse.
Them bullets ain’t come yet from China
and the blacksmith’s been out-sourced.”

Smug smiled and from his pulpit
told her, “We just have to pray."
Kitty, tired of all his horseshit
offered him Humble Pie to go away.