For a handfull Bratwurst [Go West - STTZ Mini Event]

I rode into town with my belly a-growlin Dust on my boots and my morals a-foulin’ The saloon doors creaked like a ghost in the wind I said, “I ain’t here for whiskey, I’m here to transcend For a handful o’ bratwurst, I’d trade my last dime Give up my saddle, my spurs, and my time I’d duel with the devil, I’d wrestle a bear If them sausages sizzle, I’ll be right there Miss Liesel behind the counter, she gave me a grin Said, “You want the good stuff? Then you better dig in But the sheriff stepped up, said, “Boy, not so fast— Them brats are reserved for the high-class cast So I tipped my hat, and I drew my blade Not for gold or glory, but for sausage well-made The townsfolk watched as the showdown began All for a bratwurst, I’d fight like a man For a handful o’ bratwurst, I’d ride through the storm Face bandits and blizzards just to keep my gut warm I’d sing to the moon, I’d howl at the sun Till that bratwurst feast is good and done Now I’m legend in Bonn, from the Rhine to the West Not for riches or fame, but for wurst at its best So if you hear boots and the jingle of steel— It’s me, ridin’ in for that savory meal