This is a love song between two star-struck kids, who didn't have a chance.

His name was Gordon Talbot, he's meaner than a chunk a’ coal.
When Gordon played the game of life, he did it without a soul.
If you stared at Gordon Talbot, you’d better have a reason.
Cause he ain’t comin’ friendly, ain’t no smile can please him.
You didn’t want a cause to curl that angry, mean boy’s lips.
But he died the night he tried to ride old Sally Hagar’s hips!

Sally was river girl, brought up to fend her own.
If she loved you, you were king of the world, she’d make you cuss, and groan.
If she didn’t boy, you better find a damn good place to hide.
She’s one tough gal, wild as a prairie, a lotta guys have tried.
She didn’t pray to God, she just demanded him to heel.
No man she couldn’t get, when she wanted to turn her wheel.

Gordon sat at the Hardwood Bar, in a peace of his own making.
He was silent to a fault, you see, wasn’t nothin’ he was breaking.
He’d seen his share of brawls, and fights, he wasn’t wantin’ any.
That would change when Sally came, and brought him double plenty.
She simmered in fun of sin, wantin’ to dance on Gordon’s pole.
He had no idea that she was meaner than a Badger down a hole.

She sat the stool next to Gordon and he stared straight ahead.
There’s time for women and there’s time for drinkin’, and the two don’t mix in bed.
She looked at Gordon, and then she said, “You and me need to talk!”.
Gordon eyed her hungry thighs, but his mind was wantin’ to walk.
Gordon stared straight ahead not movin’ lip or eye.
He didn’t like people who thought he ought to speak a reason why.

Sally dropped her head into the burden of a sigh.
She’d never been dissed for wanting a kiss, and this was a kiss denied.
“We are two of a kind,” she said. “We could match up really nice.
You come to me, I’ll come to you, my thighs are like a vice.”
Gordon was never real impressed when people blew their horn.
He didn’t like conceited strikes, against his bough, for porn.

“Look,” he said, “you run along. I don’t like women who think I’m easy.
So get that fine ass somewhere’s else, I’m drinkin’ in my pieces.”
Sally saw red, she wanted him dead. She was not going to take this lyin’.
“I’ll make beg, you south side dreg, I can kill you while you’re cryin’.”
Gordon just smiled, tapped his glass, and downed it with pure sex.
“I’ve seen some grime in my sweet time, looks like you’re the next!”

They left the Hardwood Bar together and headed for Sally’s swamp.
He was gonna have a piece of her tail, she was lookin’ for a good romp.
They got right to it, fightin’ for top, it was all Gordon could take.
He decided to let her have her say, she cooked all she could make!
When Sally came, Gordon was king, that’s when he saw the knife.
Wasn’t no clown gonna turn Sally down and so she took his life!

That was the end of Gordon Talbot, no one ever found his body.
No one missed his thunderin’ fist, there wasn’t anybody sobbing.
Sally made this great soup and gave it to the old folks.
Cut up a lot of fish bait from old Gordon’s loving bold strokes.
Her name was Sally Hagar, she's meaner than a chunk a’ coal.
When she played the game of life, she did it without a soul.

And so it goes. Just ask Gordon Talbot.
Joe