Sling your hook in with him baby

He's a real sharp-shooter now

If he's out there hiding in the tall grass

Tell him I said he was a coward.

This ain't any old western honey

It's the twentieth century now

But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy

And he's hurt her then I want to know how.

Did he shoot her with his compromise

Like a heart attack he can paralyse

Or did he hang her in a noose

On the telephone line.

Did he shoot her with a 45

Did he leave his mark right between her eyes

Oh did he shoot that girl

That used to be mine.

Tell him I'm ready any time he chooses

The pay-off for the things, for the things he's done

He ain't messing with no two-bit bandit

Armed with a couple of guns.

If he wants to see it as a two reel movie

He's living in the head of someone else

But better take him down and dust him honey

I want to hear the truth for myself.

Did he shoot her

Did he shoot her...