Marshal, marshal, here's a word
Some cat took off with my herd
Marshal, marshal, have you seen
He took 'em off in a green limousine
Marshal, marshal, hear this jive
I'm gonna get me a Colt .45
Chase 'em over the mountain top
Makin' 'em do the chicken hop
Marshal, marshal, there's his trail
Leads right to the old corral
That ornery cat's holed up inside
Oh, pickin' up corn and takin' a ride
Hey there, cat, put down that sax
Gonna shoot you dead right in your tracks
Ain't no gun can outdraw me
I'm gonna go for my gun on the count of two, three
Marshal, marshal, he's dead now
Well, he went down singin' "Ooh, bop-a-dow"
Bury him on the lone prairie
Now, the green limousine belongs to me
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