"California Kid" as written by and Paul Kamanski....
I rode into town on a crippled horse
Got fired from a cattle drive
Up north
The ropes of the gallows
Were swayin' in the breeze
All the wanted posters had pictures of me

I got my Colt .45
Right by my side
I'm the California Kid
I hope you're quite prepared to die

I tied what was left of my horse to a hitch
I walked into a saloon they called The Busted Bitch
I ordered up a whiskey
He asked me for my bread
I paid him two bits
and then I pumped him full of lead

I got my Colt .45
Right by my side
I'm the California Kid
I hope you're quite prepared to die

A lady of the evenin' was eyeballin' me
Starin' down from the balcony
She walked up to me with gunpowder breath
The Ace of Hearts was bleedin' from her hip
I dragged her upstairs by her lower lip

I got my Colt .45
Right by my side
I'm the California Kid
I hope you're quite prepared to die

I lay 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
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 .45
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


Lyrics submitted by JohnnyLurg

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