A carnival of crime and corruption
A big six-shooter and a good horse
I'm shot, sure as hell
I was acting the fool kid
As yet they've harmed no good men
They'd killed every damn one of us
Buckskin officials in full blast
Or borrow from some of the men
Walked into his own trap
Got drunk often, and stayed drunk long
Smoke boiled from that gentleman's gun
A deplorable mistake on both sides
A dynamite cartridge under the saloon
Compelled to do some killing
But such is life in the Far West
Wants us in the parade.