I Took A Little Trip Down Town

I went to hang out in a down town bar,
A trendy place where happy people are,
They made me check my six shooter at the door,
And lay my Bowie knife on the table,
But that didn’t matter to me,
Because I’ve been down town before,

I threw the door wide open,
Like I’se swaggerin’ into an old saloon,
I made people get out of my way and make me a little more room,
I ordered whisky from the barkeep and told him, “Leave the bottle,”
Spit tobacco juice on the floor,
I made a nuisance of myself and they were all a hopin’
That I don’t come down town no more.

Then some brave lad he tried me,
Got in my face, and he told me I’m not welcome,
Took me by the elbow and showed me toward the door,
I looked at him and asked him
If he thought it worth his life,
Then I shot him with my six-gun,
And I stabbed him with my knife,

They might hang me from the gallows,
My boots danglin’ three feet off the ground,
The firin’ squad might shoot me at the crack of dawn,
I’ll ask them for a last cigarette and smoke it down real slow,
They’ll ask if I have any last words of regret,
And expect that I’ll let my head hang down,
I’ll just look them in the eye and say,
“If you don't mind, I'd like to take a little trip down town.”