The Last Morning at Broken-Hoof

[Verse] In a town the world forgot, under a blood-red dawn, Stood the Broken-Hoof saloon, where life rambled on. Dusty roads and quiet whispers, tales of a bygone day, Folks gathered round at nightfall, with fiddles and guitars to play. [Verse 2] Morning came with a savage roar, like thunder in the sky, Outlaws rode through the silence, with fire in their eyes. They aimed to leave a mark, on that dim-lit wooden door, For the town that time neglected, they brought a blazing war. [Chorus] Oh, the Broken-Hoof saloon, where the laughter used to ring, Now stands in shattered silence, like a bird with a broken wing. The echoes of the past, swallowed by the morning fire, Life in that forgotten town, lost its spirit, lost its choir. [Verse 3] Barrels burst and bottles shattered, flames licked the rafters high, Whiskey pools and poker chips, melted in a fiery sky. The barkeep dropped his rag, in a fruitless run for life, As the sun rose with the chaos, chaos cut like a knife. [Verse 4] Rough hands and dusty boots, brought ruin to the floor, The piano keys sang mournful tunes, they'd never play no more. Women screamed and children scurried, in a panic wild and fast, The Broken-Hoof was history now, a relic of the past. [Chorus] Oh, the Broken-Hoof saloon, where the laughter used to ring, Now stands in shattered silence, like a bird with a broken wing. The echoes of the past, swallowed by the morning fire, Life in that forgotten town, lost its spirit, lost its choir.