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