Things are so quiet in TexasSince she got rid of AlexisHe used to keep her up till the dawn came insideHe kept on making bang, bang all through the nightHe was riding the range too darn oftenSo she laid him to rest in his coffinShe yanked out the bullets, sawed off his barrelNow he can't shoot his pistol anymoreTheir neighbors never bothered to go to the showThey'd stay around and wait for their own rodeoIt was only one gun that he totedBut oh my howFast he could reload itSo she yanked out the bullets, sawed off his barrelNow he can't shoot his pistol anymoreShe always used to pray that someday she'd see him changeAnd she did one night she found him riding with a Browns rangeHe just could not get out of the habitHe was quick like a young prairie rabbitSo she yanked out the bullets, sawed off his barrelNow he can't shoot his pistol anymoreHe was rootin', he was tootin'He was full of foolish pranksHe was known as Sure Shab DaddyAnd none of them were blinksOh my, he was so triggeredhappy. All the neighbors' kids call him Pappy. So she yanked out the bullets, sawed off hisbarrel. Now I'm sure in the sweet by and by, he's a ghost rider in the sky.How well I remember them last words he said. He said, what good's a cowboy if his pistol is dead?But she figured her life would be sweeter if she silenced his old repeater. So she yanked out thebullets, sawed off his barrel. Now I'm sure in the sweet by and by, he's a ghost rider in the sky.How well I remember them last words he said. He said, what good's a cowboy if his pistol is dead?