Rode into town late one night 
Got real drunk 
And started a fight 
Gunfighters out in the street 
Bellies full of lead 
And blood at their feet 
Sheriff says I'd better get out of town 
Next time he sees me 
It'll be a showdown 

Bottle of rot gut 
And a women of the night 
A meal and a hot bath 
Will make me fell all right 
Dancing girls up on the stage 
Drunken banditos that belong in a cage 
Sheriff says if I don't get out of town 
Next time he sees me 
It'll be a showdown