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THE DRUNKEN DESPERADO |
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'M wild and woolly and full of fleas,
I'm hard to curry below the knees, I'm a she-wolf from Shamon Creek, For I was dropped from a lightning streak And it's my night to hollow — Whoo-pee! I stayed in Texas till they runned me out,
Then in Bull Frog they chased me about, I walked a little and rode some more, For I've shot up a town before And it's my night to hollow — Whoo-pee! Give me room and turn me loose
I'm peaceable without excuse.
I never killed for profit or fun,
But riled, I'm a regular son of a gun
And it's my night to hollow — Whoo-pee!
Good-eye Jim will serve the crowd;
The rule goes here no sweetnin' 'lowed.
And we'll drink now the Nixon kid,
For I rode to town and lifted the lid
And it's my night to hollow — Whoo-pee!
You can guess how quick a man must be,
For I killed eleven and wounded three; 44 |
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