I wanted to write a holiday story but my muse decided she was finally ready to finish this so I let her win.

Beer for my R.A.V.E.R.S.

Well a man come on 6 o'clock news
Said Caduceus' been shot
Arianna's been abused
Snow blew up a building
Hyami stole a car
Meagen got away
Draegos didn't get too far
Yeah, he didn't get too far

Grand pappy told my pappy back in my day son
A fanboy had to answer for the wicked that he'd done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street
For all the people to see

That
Style is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my R.A.V.E.R.S.

We got too many pranksters doing dirty deeds
Too much corruption and crime in the streets
It's time the Right Hand of Miho put a few more in the ground
Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down
You can bet he'll set 'em down

'Cause
Style is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my R.A.V.E.R.S.

He knew
Style is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys,
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singin' whiskey for my men, beer for my R.A.V.E.R.S.
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my R.A.V.E.R.S.

Beer for my Horses
Toby Keith

Well a man come on 6 o'clock news
Said somebody been shot
Somebody's been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole a car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn't get too far
Yeah, they didn't get too far

Grand pappy told my pappy back in my day
Son a man had to answer for the wicked that he'd done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street
For all the people to see

That
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
Too much corruption and crime in the streets
It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground
Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down
You can bet he'll set 'em down

'Cause
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing
Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
He knew
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys,
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singin' whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

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