Sweet singin Sam

Well, now they call me gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam
I was raised in Texas and born in Alabam'
I built my reputation, while I’m a-fightin' all over the nation
I’m gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam
Well, I never drink hard liquor, I’m singin' Sam
I’m the fightin’est guitar picker on the Rio Grande
I shoot the fastest, look the meanest
Dress the neatest, sing the sweetest love songs
I’m singin' Same
In Amarillo town I would ride
And my .45 and a guitar by my side
While the men were runnin' and hidin'
Them chicks all came a-ridin'
Sayin': «Yes, there’s sweet singin' Sam
Well, I’m gun-singin', sweet singin' Sam
The sheriff wanted his cap from the Rio Grande
Girls all want to marry me
And the boys all like to bury me
But, they’re chicken
They’re scared of singin' Sam
Well, I’ll sing 'em a graveyard song
Here I am, Sheriff
I’m gon' ride the Shetland