Lyrics

He's a legend in old Tucson and west of the divide.
They say the devil rose in his hands on that day that his wife died.
He calls 'em Tobacco and Tequila .... Those are his daughter's names...
And when he draws 'em from his waist, those guns, they carry fame.

His faded Stetson is covered with dust; his boots are worn with holes,
He tramples through the desert scrub, on the lookout for lost souls...
He rides an old saddle, a cigar hanging from his teeth...
Smoke is always in his voice, and the hate held underneath.

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And brother, you gotta lot to fear, if he is riding after you.
He wears a badge, a pair of colts, and lord, his aim is true.
He calls 'em Tobacco and Tequila .... Those are his daughter's names...
And when he draws 'em from his waist, those guns, they carry fame.

Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo
Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo

He pockets a wanted poster of a renegade outlaw.
A desperado running from the long arm of the law.
This heathen doesn't know it yet but his time on Earth is short
The devil that is on his trail never wastes his time with court.

With Juarez tobacco ...he rolls a cigarette...
Tequila bottle in his hand killing pain he can't forget.
He drinks straight from the bottle ... Like they do it way down south
He pulls that smoke into his lungs; brings the bottle to his mouth.

chorus

Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo
Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo

He dreams ghost towns, and loneliness, and his heart is filled with scars.
He sits in silence by the fire as the night sky gathers stars.
One daughter is named Juarez and the other is Mezcal.
They can't remember who he is but one day they will.

chorus

Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo
Yipee yi ki yea ..ki yea.. ki... yo