My name is Bab Bob and I am known in this place, I like and spit my bit of chaw,

I’m a notorious here and around these parts at shooting I am very fast on the drawer,

And another thing you no good bums, I like my women big firm, and pretty,

So if any one here thinks he is going to get in my way you had better get out of the city,

In the morning he would shoot a man just because his hats not on square,

And Bad Bob will shoot two if he has any time to spare,

So after his fun he went to the Saloon and ordered eggs and grits,

And he told the cook that he would die if he found any burnt little bits,

BaD Bob passed some wind, began picking his theeth, with a match he had found on the floor,

So then he stood up his metal would chink and he’d sidal right out of the door.

He kept the towns folk scared as hell, and they did just what he said,

Slapping a man across the back of his face he told to make up his bed,

Then in the distance, smooth and slow, a rider came into town,

Looked at Bad Bob, and said I know you, and proceeded to shoot him down.