In the seedy bar where shadows creep, I'm a bouncer, my watch I keep. Gould & Goodrich, by my side, A holster that's a cop's old pride.
Vegetable-tanned cowhide, pure and true, Long-lasting, durable, water-repellent too. Crafted with care, a premium find, In the underworld, it's one of a kind.
Double retention, the secret's in the hood, A trigger guard that stops grabs for good. Yet a draw is swift, with a motion so fine, Forward-then-up, like aged whiskey and wine.
Mid-ride and tough, with a steel backbone, On a belt up to 2-1/4, it stands alone. Punishment it takes, yet remains steadfast, A cop's holster, built to outlast.
Made in the USA, a badge of honor, From city streets to a bar much darker. Gould & Goodrich, a guardian's choice, In the underworld's hush, it speaks with a voice.