Sitting there in that dark saloon
Playing cards to a rag time tune
A big old fellow started eyeing me mean
And on his hip he had an iron machine
Well I had one too
But I didn't wanna use it
Till he reached for his
And I had to beat him to it
Shot him thru his heart
Like an arrow from cupid
And I can't be to blame
Cause santa made me do it

Later that night on a midnight right
Passed by a ranchers house with a colt outside
Then I shared a look
Between my horse