Sweet Singin´ Sam - Bobby Bare

Well, now they call me gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam

I was raised in Texas and born in Alabam'

I built my reputation, while I’m a-fightin' all over the nation

I’m gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam

Well, I never drink hard liquor, I’m singin' Sam

I’m the fightin’est guitar picker on the Rio Grande

I shoot the fastest, look the meanest

Dress the neatest, sing the sweetest love songs

I’m singin' Same

In Amarillo town I would ride

And my .45 and a guitar by my side

While the men were runnin' and hidin'

Them chicks all came a-ridin'

Sayin': «Yes, there’s sweet singin' Sam

Well, I’m gun-singin', sweet singin' Sam

The sheriff wanted his cap from the Rio Grande

Girls all want to marry me

And the boys all like to bury me

But, they’re chicken

They’re scared of singin' Sam

Well, I’ll sing 'em a graveyard song

Here I am, Sheriff

I’m gon' ride the Shetland