The Porter کے بول

i was the porter for centuries bagman for wars never won i carried the noose buried the gatling gun duration i lived off dust & tumbleweeds dressed in a denim suit bothered the gents pulled up their towns by the roots sensation always did well with the womenfolk promises never i made tried when i could left when i said i would stay salvation the fish feast on the bodies of the dead down in the sea while i walk the land permanently vibration