Well, now they call me gun slinging
Sweet singing Sam
I raised in Texas
Born in Alabam
I fill my reputation
While I'm flying all over the nation
I'm gun slinging
Sweet singing Sam
Well, I never drink hard liquor
I'm singing Sam
I'm the fightinest guitar picker
In the Rio Grande
I shoot the fastest
Look the meanest
Dress the neatest
Sing the sweetest love songs
I'm singing Sam
In the Amarillo town
I would ride
Have my forty-five and a guitar
By my side
While the men were running and hiding
Them chicks all came a riding
Saying, "Yes, oh, sweet singing Sam"
Well, I'm gun slinging
Sweet singing Sam
The sheriff wants his cap
From the Rio Grande
Girl all want to marry me
And the boys all like to ferry me
With a ticket
Yeah, scared of singing Sam
Oh, I'll sing them a graveyard song
Yeah, sheriff
For I the shitling