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From the bad lands came the killer |
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He lived by the knife and the gun |
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He'd cut you just for standing |
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And shoot ya if ya tried to run |
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He was big as a tree and did as he pleased |
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And everything he did was bad |
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And they said if you was to kill him |
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It'd only make him mad |
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From the good lands came the cowgirl |
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Patti was her name |
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She was hot on the trail of that killer |
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On a moped she called Flame |
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Coz the killer had killed her daddy |
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Just for spittin' in the road |
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You only had to kill her daddy once |
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To get that gal P.O.'d |
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Chorus: |
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Yippie eye eh Cow Patti |
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Yippie eye eh Cow Patti |
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She rode into town to find the man that killed her daddy |
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Yippie eye eh Cow Patti |
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The killer hit town at daybreak |
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Ate the door of the local saloon |
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He started to drink you could tell |
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He was thinking there'll be a showdown soon |
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Patti hit town in a cloud of dust |
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Ol' Flame was buzzin' like a saw |
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And the whole town got quiet as a church |
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When the killer stepped out for the draw |
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Forty shots rang out |
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Forty people fell |
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Patti and the killer missed each other |
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But they shot that town to hell |
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Chorus |
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The killer took a step towards Patti |
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Said it's time I gunned you down |
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But he slipped in something that was layin' in the street |
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And was shot before he hit the ground |
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Yes, the killer slipped and it cost him his life |
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And Patti said as she roared out of town |
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You gotta watch your step |
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When you know the chips are down |
