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

lived in Calico

Ther'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 can talk above the noise

So I sucked on 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

And it's all coming back

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