As
I write this letter to you, darling,
I can't hold back the teardrops from my eyes.
For at sundown I will lay a-dyin'
at the door of the first paradise.
Rode into this cattle town this mornin',
left my herd to check
the market price.
And I walked into the nearest bar room,
they call it the first paradise.
There the crowds were gay and girls were dancin',
and the men
were playin' cards and dice.
So I stepped up to
the bar to join them.
What a grand place, this
first paradise.
It was then I showed to them your picture.
I passed it around
once or twice.
And a
man insulted her sweetener
at the bar of the
first paradise.
So I slapped his face
and I told him,
I said, you eat them words, Mr. Adrawe.
He took my advice.
And he said,
somebody might get hurt inside,
but I'd be glad to meet you on the street at sundown,
at sundown,
in front of the fool's,
the fool's paradise.
So goodbye,
my darling,
may God bless you.
I go to make this sacrifice.
And if ever you visit old Dodge City,
remember the fool's paradise.
Remember the fool's paradise.
Fool's paradise.