Story Behind The Song

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Song Description

A cowboy wins over the town only to rob everyone

Lyrics

Pistol Pete

The streets were hot and dusty as he rolled on in
his face was burned from sunburn his breath stunk of hard gin
bags atop his shoulders full of gold to blue
he flopped them up on the bar top of the crooked eye saloon.

Pistol Pete a son of a gun
Pistol Pete he's on the run
Pistol Pete his mama said
Pistol Pete you'll wind up dead

Bartender said excuse me we don't serve drinks here for free
Pete said Buenos Dias and reached under his seat
3 hunks of shiny gold and that bartender changed his mind
Pete bought drinks for everyone
and slugged down his red wine

Pistol Pete a son of a gun
pistol Pete he's on the run
pistol Pete his mama said
pistol Pete you'll wind up dead (take it away boys)

People in the town they got to like old Pete he bought the sheriff a brand-new hat and bought the local ladies sweets
hotel keeper bartender and preacher all did claim
Pete there was the finest man they ever knew by name

Pistol Pete a son of a gun
Pistol Pete he's on the run
Pistol Pete his mama said
Pistol Pete you'll wind up dead

While the town lie fast asleep underneath a tumbleweed dark sky
Pete was working really hard he was a clean-cut kinda guy
the townspeople that next day they woke up to find Pete gone
he knocked off 1st national and robbed just about everyone

Pistol Pete a son of a gun
Pistol Pete he's on the run
Pistol Pete his mama said
Pistol Pete you'll wind up dead

Copyright 2011 Mr. Dave McMahon and Jennifer Rose Pagano