Pearl Handled Pistol

That old one-trick pony

Sat down in the dust

He pawed the air

The gunshots died away

The sun was red as rust

It was red as rust

General G.A. Custer

He was a mighty handsome man

He loved dogs and children

He loved the military band

The military band

Chorus:

Well the vaudeville tramps and churchbell tollers

Harlequins and holy rollers

Lay their nickel down to raise the dead

With a tune sung low and wistful

And a pearl handled pistol

And a mirror hung up above the bed

Hung up above the bed

Buffalo Bill he said good-bye to the boys

Said they're spilling blood

And taking scalps

And making a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise

He said I'm off to fight the Indians

And take a little off the top

When I get home we'll all dress up

And ride around the old big top

Around the old big top

Chorus

Sitting Bull was sitting

In his cabin all alone

And the cops they come to fetch him out

They could not leave him alone

Just leave him alone

And that old one-trick pony

He sat down in the dust

And he danced for the ghost of Sitting Bull

Because baby the show must go on

The show must go on