Lyrics

I rode into town on a crippled horse Got fired from a cattle drive up north The ropes of the gallows were swingin' in the breeze All the Wanted Posters had pictures of me I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die Tied what was left of my horse to a hitch Walked into a saloon, they called the 'Busted Bitch' I ordered up a whiskey, they asked me for my bread I paid him two bits, then I pumped him full of lead I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die A lady of the evening was eyeballing me Staring down from the balcony She walked up to me with gun powder breath The ace of hearts was bleeding from her hip I dragged her upstairs by her lower lip I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die She undid my boots, she untied my jeans She untied my tubes I had tied in my teens 'bout that time the front door was kicked in And there stood some scumball all covered in sin He said "that's my woman" I said "that's no lie" I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die