They Will Have To Fire Me Before I Take The Jab....

I'll Be Back In The Saddle...

Come easy, go easy

All right until the rising sun

I'm calling all the shots tonight

I'm like a loaded gun

Peeling off my boots and chaps

I'm saddle sore

Four bits gets you time in the racks

I scream for more

Fool's gold out of their mines

The girls are soaking wet

No tongue's drier than mine

I'll come when I get back