| Big Jim Cooley commanded respect
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| Whatever he wanted he could get
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| The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
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| It ain’t no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyone
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| In the saloon one evening Big took a bet
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| With a rancher whose name I forget
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| He wanted a herd taken over the plain
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| And he called Jim «yellow», he’ll never do that again
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| He got mad!
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| He threw his badge on the floor and walked out
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| He’s gonna give it a try, he left no doubt
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| «Must be mad, he must be mad!»
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| The people wished him well, and good luck
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| «Hell, I don’t need it!» |
| he laughed
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| Got on his horse and rode away
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| Out on the trail, Jim 'n' his crew of five
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| Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive
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| The weather was hard, but so were the men
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| Though I don’t think even Big will try this trip again
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| His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead
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| But the trouble didn’t start till the men were in bed
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| A-whooping and a-hollering and flashing their knives
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| Big and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe
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| He was scared, Big Jim was scared
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| Alive, they called him lucky, but not today
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| 'Cos he died like all good cowboys
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| With his boots on next to his men
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| Big Jim, he still won’t lie down
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| For him the bet is still on
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| Some say he rides there
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| Cursing still, some say they’ve seen him |