Big Boy Pete

The joint was a jumpin' on the corner
Down on a Honky Tonk Street
When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac
And out stepped a cat named Pete
He busted on through the doorway
Bad as-a he could be
He pulled out his pistol, he turned around
He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
The music stopped, there wasn’t a sound
A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown
Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend'
You take your three steps forward and I’m 'onna-a, clue you in'
Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy
Before I tan your hide'
I got a forty-five to keep me alive
Seven bullets on my side
Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete
They fought from the counter right on out to the street
They swung from north, they swung from south
Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete’s mouth!
Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed
(Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
Now if you’re ever down on the corner
Down on-a Honky Tonk Street
Don’t mess with Brown
He’ll cut you down
Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete
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