Remind me to tell you bout the old silver miner name of hard rock Pete
had his house built on a slope
They say one of his legs live in Calico
There's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope
So I walked in the room and I stopped
I turned around and looked over my shoulder
And a voice close beside me said
You'd better watch your head the party's over

It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said
Can I freshen up your drink and have you heard of these boys
And if you feel included to buy some cowboy boots
Well it's not that bad we talk above the noise
So I sucked down my beer shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words
I know I missed the meaning but the message was something I'd already heard

Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper
And now he's going to put another lock on the door
The night is getting later
My head is getting lighter
The mood is getting darker
Tequila 's being poured
So I smile at the old gunslinger in his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat
I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that

Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from the back seat of my car
I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room and somebody stole my guitar