Sling your hook in with him baby 
He's a real sharp-shooter now 
If he's out there hiding in the tall grass 
Tell him I said he was a coward 
 
This ain't any old western honey 
It's the twentieth century now 
But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy 
And he's hurt her then I want to know how 
 
Did he shoot her with his compromise 
Like a heart attack he can paralyse 
Or did he hang her in a noose 
On the telephone line 
 
Did he shoot her with a 45 
Did he leave his mark right between her eyes 
Oh did he shoot that girl 
That used to be mine 
 
Tell him I'm ready any time he chooses 
The pay-off for the things, for the things he's done 
He ain't messing with no two-bit bandit 
Armed with a couple of guns 
 
If he wants to see it as a two reel movie 
He's living in the head of someone else 
But better take him down and dust him honey 
I want to hear the truth for myself 
 
Did he shoot her 
Did he shoot her