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