In the last chance Saloon
Round about noon
With the dust from the trail
In my eyes
I was needing a drink
And a bath cos I stink
From riding on drag
For Joe Wise

He was a mexican wrangler
And knew not danger
Crossed the Rio
Back when
For the war so they say
Who am I to defray
For ne'er did i see
Better men

I know for a fact
On the night they attacked
At Richmond
Before it fell
Joe wise was the man
To carry the flag
With Stonewall
and rode into hell

Then on the road to Atlanta
He carried news at a canter
The Yankies is comin
Real soon
Joe Johnson cant hold em
Burn the freight and the stock rooms
They will lift the barrage
About noon

Best get your ass goin
The south is all movin
Jeff Davis
Has had his best day
No them yankies wont hurt you
Take the horses they will do
Best saddle up
No delay

So Joe held the line
Decateur street fine
And waited for Sherman
To come
Then a skirmisher troop
Cut him off in a loop
The North really
Had the war won

But after the War
Joe Wise quickly saw
It was Horses
The folks would all need
So he bought him a Stallion
A paint he could start on
And a livery yard mare
he could breed

Took land in Nebraski
Lincoln county should you ask me
And a wife
To help him along
Four kids for a family
A herd of cattle to rattle
Then the guy just upped
and employed me

With a horse and a song 
Night herding month long
Rode the Goodnight trail
Now and then
But in Lincoln cattle wars 
I earned a few scars
Jostling like any one did

But of all of them wranglers
The one that was  danger
Was a young pup they named
Billy the kid
He was Horney and mean
Had a steel ramrod spleen
And would stab you in the back
So they say
But inthe last chance saloon
Round about noon
Billy the kid met his day 

He gunned Joe Wise down
Just as we hit town
And challenged to me
Dance a song
But I was fightin a thirst
And that had got to me first
Sod  off said  I Bill
Your gun's on all wrong  
What's that you say
You better not stay
And he twitched
like a mad man before me 

Draw you punk
You stink like a skunk
Prepare meet your maker on round
He drew oh so fast 
But still was the last
As he looked down my barrel  
In that Town
Billy kid was a legend
A gun man a good hand
But on that day
So they all  say
His gun was just
Slung upside down

I am not one to boast 
But the truth is the most
You will ever hear again
From my tongue 
Pat Garrets my name
Killing outlaws my game
And that day the kids gun
Was put  on all  wrong