The House stood on the outskirts of an old ghost town,
I brushed aside the cobwebs, walked in and looked around.
I found a dusty diary, beside a worn out bed.
Dated eighteen eighty two and this is what it said.
VERSE
This town has seven blacksmiths, twenty five saloons,
Thirty seven churches and two hundred hotel rooms.
More longhorn Texas cattle than I have ever seen
and the finest little cathouse this side of New Orleans.
In the house of negotiable affections.
Every cowboy is as special as the next one.
All the ladies are so lovely, with their painted on complexions.
At the house of negotiable affections.
VERSE
There's a few old cowboy bones, but mostly ghostly apparitions.
In the house of negotiable affections.