California Kid - Live

Well 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
 I laid down
 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