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Now, Smackwater Jack, |
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He bought a shotgun |
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'Cause he was in the mood |
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For a little confrontation. |
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He just a-let it all hang loose; |
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He didn't think about the noose. |
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He couldn't take no more abuse |
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So he shot down the congregation. |
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You can't talk to a man |
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With a shotgun in his hand. |
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Now, Big Jim the chief |
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Stood for law and order. |
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He called for the guard to come |
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And surround the border. |
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Now, from his bulldog mouth, |
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As he led the posse south, |
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Came the cry, "We got to ride |
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To clean up the streets |
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For our wives and our daughters!" |
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You can't talk to a man |
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When he don't wanna understand. |
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No, no, no, no, no. |
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The account of the capture |
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Wasn't in the papers, |
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But you know, they hanged ol' Smack right then |
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Instead of later. |
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You know, the people were quite pleased |
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'Cause the outlaw had been seized |
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And on the whole, it was a very good year |
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For the undertaker. |
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You know, you know, you can't talk to a man |
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With a shotgun in his hand. |
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A shotgun in his hand. |
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Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. |
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Yeah, Smackwater Jack bought a shotgun. |
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Oh, Smackwater Jack, yeah. |
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Talkin' 'bout Smackwater Jack, yeah. |
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Talkin' 'bout a-Smackwater Jack, now. |
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Talkin' 'bout Smack. |
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Talkin' 'bout Jack. |
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Smackwater Jack, yeah. |