(circa July '42)
Bad blood was a boilin' At the Pine Tree Saloon
Between Billy Bob Brantly And mean Lester Magoon.
Folks knew for certain There would be a showdown Since the day that Lester Had rode back into town.
The trouble between them Was not hard to tell, They both had their eyes on Sweet, young Betty O'Dell.
They circled and crouched Like cats ready to leap. Each knew a wrong move And he'd be laid six feet deep.
Doomsday was approaching For these two desperate ones, When all of a sudden They both dropped their guns.
Mama's call "Dinner's ready!" Was more important, you see, Than to know if the dead cowboy Would be Raymond or me.