As I was walking by the bank
I saw two robbers fleeing.
My draw was slow, my aim, it stank,
But they were not agreeing.
As I walked o’er their bodies there
A horse thief rode off yelling.
I guess I got him good and square;
If not, he won’t be telling.
As I walked into Mav’s Saloon
A feller swung and missed me.
That fist and post made one sweet tune
As Lil came up and kissed me.
I walked back out and looked around
And saw that all was quiet.
And then there came that hissing sound
Of arrow on a die it.
I turned and caught it ere it struck,
Then threw it back, haphazard.
I guess some injun’s out of luck,
A hole is in his gizzard.
I can’t complain of this small town
(We’ve rarely more than twenty);
It’s nice and quiet all year round
And Lil gives kisses plenty.