Some shit-head ‘city slicker’ strutted into town

Talk’n real big and walk’n my girl around

And I don’t doubt he’s done deeds of daring do

But I’ve done me a daring deed or two

I caught him in the corn crib try’n to cop a kiss

I called him out – he said: “it doesn’t have to go like this”

Lilly held her kerchief in the air

I said: “when it hits ground whatever you shoot at’s fair”

Her Kerchief wafted slowly towards the dirt

I drew quick and hit him where it hurt

And now he sounds a little different when he talks

And he tends to sashay when he walks

And I don’t doubt he’s done deeds of daring do

But I think his daring deed doing days are through