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Reuben McGraw:

The names Reuben McGraw!
Born and raised in a small town in nothern illinois
started my own speak easy in the fine city of Chicago
business was booming but that isnt to say
that there werent some tough fellas to come around
this cold night it was old Ciggy Spitzereli and I knew trouble was brewin..

Old Ciggy Spitzereli:

let me get a gin mcgraw
pleasant day aint it
hows it goin for yall?
the taverns pretty busy but my gin is so smooth
whos that new face reuben?

Reuben McGraw:

Just a fella buyin booze.

Gerald Wilson:

please sir mister let me introduce myself
i can tell by your jacket that you have plenty of wealth
the names gerald wilson, when its warm i work the docks
but im curious about you, how do you afford your silky socks?

Ciggy:
odd jobs, long nights, but thats none of your concern
howd I get my guap? well, where the hell do you work!

Gerald:

I move dirt, shit well, at least its honest

Ciggy:
Honestly, honestys a fairytale. pocahontas
my money sleezy, between you and me, keep your mouth shut kid
speak easy

Gerald:

im sorry mr ciggy but im not okay with that
i work for a few cents, i get treated like a rat
anyone can rob a store, kill a man, pimp a whore.
but this city was founded on integrity
and between you and me, you have none ya see

Ciggy:

well i got a gun you see, and a wallet full of money
mayors in my pocket, the cops in the cake
you better watch your words or ill put you in the lake

Reuben McGraw:

Slow down sonny, I don’t want no trouble

Ciggy:

Wilson better shut it our ill put him in the rubble

Gerald:

Ciggy I’m not scared of you because I’m seein double
so lets rumble.

Ciggy:

We can take it out back, lay it down in the alley
leave your body for the cats

Gerald:

I’ll believe that when I see that

GUNSHOT

Well thats the last that anyone saw of old Gerald Wilson
a good man in the wrong pub
well thats not the first time that happened and it certainly wouldnt be the last
when the law of the land is shoot first and ask questions later,  its just another night in the old tavern
heh, 1924. what a crazy year it was.

Ill canoe
until im blue in the face
its the Oregon Trail dog itll put you in your place
its a race to get to the other side
gotta make it out alive
cant let no more of this pass me by
so the master plan
is head west to a place thats far from the east
but the golden coast is far
2000 miles at least

wanna get to the west
wanna stay on the west
wanna get out of the west
cuz im traillin on success

cease and desist, resist the law
rawhides shootin down people to the coast
what means the most to me?
its the locket that i stole with the rosary
painted on it, reminds me of a life that i left
i used to detest
but now that my woman died, a gun is all i caress

wanna get to the west
wanna stay on the west
wanna get out of the west
cuz im traillin on success

im a product of the fur trade
its bird made
slurred from the liquor
coureurs de bois till my grave
got my word on that
cop my fur out back
sellin animal pelts
ya fur sure, get cash
lookin for the best?
you can end yo search
i been trappin so long that i could warm the earth
oregon city is where i reside
they say the grass is always greener on the other side
it is

wanna get to the west
wanna stay on the west
wanna get out of the west
cuz im traillin on success

On 20 July 1944, an attempt was made to assassinate Ingin Joe, inside his field headquarters near Rastenburg, East Russia. The plot was the culmination of the efforts of the Crisps and the Bloades to overthrow Ingin Joe’s resource caravan. The failure of both the assassination and the military overthrow which was planned to follow it led to Injin Joe’s retaliation. He ultimately sent the caravan into enemy territory. YOUR MISSION: COLLECT ALL OF THE CRISPS AND BLOADES CARGO UNTIL THEY ARE POOR!