Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Cow Patty
by Jim Stafford

From the badlands came the killer,
He lived by his knife and the gun.
He'd cut you just for standing
And shoot you if you tried to run.
He was as big as a tree and did what he pleased,
And everything he did was bad.
They said, if you was to kill him,
It'd only make him mad.

From the goodlands came the cowgirl,
Patti was her name.
She was hot on the trail of that killer
On a moped she called Flame,
'Cause the killer had killed her daddy
Just for spittin' in the road,
And you only had to kill her daddy once
To get that gal p.o.'d.

CHORUS:
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.
She rode into town
To find the man
That killed her daddy.
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.

The killer hit town at daybreak,
Ate the door off the local saloon.
He started to drink,
You could tell there'd be a showdown soon.
Patti hit town in a cloud of dust,
Old Flame was buzzin' like a saw,
And the whole town got quiet as a church,
When the killer stepped out for the draw.

Forty shots rang out, forty people fell.
Patti and the killer missed each other,
But they shot the town to hell.
The killer took a step toward Patti,
Said, "It's time I gunned you down",
But he slipped in something
That was laying in the street,
And was shot before he hit the ground.

Yes, the killer slipped
And it cost him his life,
And Patti said, as she raced out of town,
"You got to watch your step,
When you know the chips are down."

Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.
She rode into town
To find the man
That killed her daddy.
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti.