Big Boy Pete

The joint was a jumpin' on the corner

Down on a Honky Tonk Street

When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac

And out stepped a cat named Pete

He busted on through the doorway

Bad as-a he could be

He pulled out his pistol, he turned around

He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'

The music stopped, there wasn't a sound

A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown

Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend'

You take your three steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in'

Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy

Before I tan your hide'

I got a forty-five to keep me alive

Seven bullets on my side

Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete

They fought from the counter right on out to the street

They swung from north, they swung from south

Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete's mouth!

Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed

(Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)

Now if you're ever down on the corner

Down on-a Honky Tonk Street

Don't mess with Brown

He'll cut you down

Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete

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