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
