Remind me to tell you
bout the old silver miner
name of hard rock Pete
had his house built on a slope
They say one of his legs

lived in Calico
Ther´s a rumour going round
that the other lived in hope
So I walked in the room
and I stopped
I turned around
and looked over my shoulder
And a voice close beside me said
You´d better watch your head
the party´s over

It wasn´t long before
the waitress came over and said
Can I freshen up your drink
and have you heard of these boys
and if you feel included
to buy some cowboy boots
Well it´s not that bad

we can talk above the noise
So I sucked on my beer
Shut my eyes
and tried to listen to the words
I know I missed the meaning
but the message
was something I´d already heard

Johnny Ringo´s voice
is getting deeper
and now he´s going to put
another lock on the door
The night is getting later
My head is getting lighter
The mood is getting darker
Tequila´s being poured
So I smile
at the old gunslinger

in his frame on the wall
as he pushed back his hat
And it´s all coming back
I´d cut a long story short
but it´s much too late for that

Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from
the back seat of my car

I was sleeping in Memphis
in my hotel room
and somebody stole my guitar