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