Rode into town late one night Got real drunk And started a fight Gunfighters out in the street Bellies full of lead And blood at their feet Sheriff says I'd better get out of town Next time he sees me It'll be a showdown Bottle of rot gut And a women of the night A meal and a hot bath Will make me fell all right Dancing girls up on the stage Drunken banditos that belong in a cage Sheriff says if I don't get out of town Next time he sees me It'll be a showdown