The Dangerous Dan McGreu

 IT'S A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK.

(♪ music ♪) SO WHERE SHOULD WE GO ON OUR VACATION?

GO TO WASHINGTON? ALL THOSE TREES UP THERE.

OR THE DESSERT? NEVADA?

OR THE YUKON? NO ONE WOULD EVER FIND US UP THERE.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TO THE YUKON...

A BUNCH OF THE BOYS WERE WHOPPING IT UP IN MALAMUTE SALOON.

THE KID THAT HANDLED THE MUSIC-BOX WAS HITTING A JAG-TIME TUNE.

THE BACK OF THE BAR, IN A SOLO GAME, SAT THE DANGEROUS DAN MCGREW.

AND WATCHING HIS LUCK WAS HIS LIGHTO' LOVE, A LADY THAT'S KNOWN AS LOU.

THERE'S MEN THAT SOMEHOW JUST GRIP YOUR EYES, AND HOLD THEM HARD LIKE A SPELL.

SUCH WAS HE, AND HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE A MAN WHO LIVED IN HELL.

WITH A FACE MOST HAIR, AND THE DREARY STARE

OF A DOG WHOSE DAY IS DONE.

HE WATERED THE GREEN STUFF IN HIS GLASS, AND THE DROPS FELL ONE BY ONE.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN OUT IN THE GREAT ALONE, WHEN THE MOON WAS AWFUL CLEAR,

AND THE ICY MOUNTAINS HEMMED YOU IN WITH A SILENCE

YOU MOST COULD HEAR?

AND THEN ON A SUDDEN, THE MUSIC CHANGED, SO SOFT THAT JUST SCARCE COULD HEAR.

BUT YOU FELT THAT YOUR LIFE HAD BEEN LOOTED CLEAN OF ALL THAT YOU ONCE HELD DEAR.

THAT SOMEONE HAD STOLEN THE WOMAN YOU LOVE, THAT HER LOVE WAS A DEVIL'S LIE.

THAT YOUR GUTS WERE GONE, AND THE BEST THING FOR YOU WAS TO CRAWL AWAY AND DIE.

IT 'TWAS THE CROWNING CRY OF A HEART'S DESPAIR, AND IT THRILLED YA THROUGH AND THROUGH.

"I GUESS I'LL MAKE IT A SPREAD THIS YEAR," SAID THE DANGEROUS DAN MCGREW.

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