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• Appendices • Appendix VI The Ballad of Hell's Half Acre In old Fort Worth town, Between Jones and Main, From Tenth through Twelfth streets, Stood a district of sin and shame, Where once a Preacher found the Devil, Before he met his maker, Looking for a little heaven, Down in "HELL'S HALF ACRE." Inside the Passion Parlors, And card cheat Saloons The smell of stale cigar smoke, Once mixed with cheap perfume. Where Harlots were known to hustle, A gentleman taker, Looking for a little heaven, Down in "HELL'S HALF ACRE." There scarlet painted ladies Wore red rouge on their faces, And stood at raised windows, In all their fallen grace. Whores who'd tempt a man To be one of the takers, Looking for a little heaven, Down in "HELL'S HALF ACRE." Where cowboys in ten gallon hats, Came lusting for women and sin, And shook the trail dust off, Their high heel boots, in the city Where the West begins. Where dancehall girls used blackjacks, 347 348 • Hell's Half Acre • To roll a rowdy taker, Looking for a little heaven, Down in "HELL'S HALF ACRE." It was a hangout for outlaws, With a price on their head, Like the Wild Bunch Gang, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Where Luke Short sent Jim Courtright, To the undertaker, Looking up to heaven, Down in "HELL'S HALF ACRE." Looking up to heaven, FACE DOWN IN "HELL'S HALF ACRE." Words and Music by BILLY DAY. Copyright 1989 by SEA CRUISE MUSIC, BM!. Internarional Copyright Secured, All Rights Reserved. ...

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