Old  Buffalo

Highway-Highway

Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Gin McQuinn Where do we be-gin?
With Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn-
With Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin Mcquinn
He's a good old boy by all accounts
Aims true always and shoots when it counts-
Kind and courteous and quite manly
Say Uncle Chan and Old Finn Flanley-
'bout Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
bout Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
He knows how to shoot but he keeps his gun-in
the house where he lives in an old copper tin
Does Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuinn
Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
And Gin you know he is a smooth talker
And walk all you want but he's the walk walker
walk Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Got into a dispute about some thing
No one knew the p'rticulars 'scept Jenny Spring
And she don't talk 'bout anything,
 'scept Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuinn
'scept Gin McQuin Gin Gin McQuinn
suffered something which we call Libel
I won't repeat it without a Bible!
Worlds real mean such a wicked cuss
To make deep wounds that erupt with puss 
Said to-
Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuin 
Said to Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuin-who
Sought satisfaction with the party out-spoken
Didn't factor th'drunk was low and broken
Failed this once to let the pass blow by
The world can make us short some-times-
So they agreed t'pistols at noon-tide
Did Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuinn
Did Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
so he loaded his gun and he set his clock
At noon on tuesday he'd walk the long walk
Bu'then he thought of something with a terrible shock
The child of the drunk was already sick
To take her daddy'd be a terrible trick.
Gin thought about his lonely room
he thought 'bout Jenny Spring and what was in her womb....
Thought Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Thought Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuin
So just before noon he said to the drunk,
"though it's eye for an eye and chunk for a chunk-
I won't shoot you under this blue sky,
'children need their fathers-though I don't see why-
so-let's just let this little pass  blow by."
said Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuinn
said-Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
The drunk he was now remorseful and sober
but stiff as he was-cause he was an old soldier-
Still he happy'ly oblige'd, Gin's request to lower
And asked pardon for himself and to call it over.
From Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
From Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
 Well that town's breathed a sigh of relief
The Drunk's less drunk - he's turned a new leaf
And Gin McQuinn and Jenny Spring? 
well They saddled out to New York like it weren't no thing
And all the people 'round here still sing:
Sing Gin McQuinn Gin Gin McQuinn 
Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn
Gin McQuinn-where do we begin?
With Gin McQuinn, Gin Gin McQuinn

Barnabyjones