| I’s havin' a drink on Saturday night
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| Big Joe Hooker tried to start a fight
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| Now Joe was drunk and he was tough to beat
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| Stood six foot five in his stockin' feet
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| Joe laughed out loud and pulled a knife
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| He told everyone he’s gonna take my life
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| He’s too big to fight so I turn and ran
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| And I bumped right into sheriff Sam
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| Sheriff told Joe to go on home
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| Sober up and leave the bottle alone
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| But big Joe laughed he was a mean mean man
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| And I started to pray for sheriff Sam
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| Now ole Sam’s hair was gettin' gray
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| And I begged the sheriff to turn away
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| But he just looked at me with an easy grin
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| Said he was sheriff and he’d run Joe in
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| Well Hooker made a swing with that deadly knife
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| But Sam he just stepped aside
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| And Hooker hit the floor and there he stayed
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| Cause Sam hit him with a blow that shook the whole place
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| When it was all over I could hardly believe
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| That it was big Joe down there on his knees
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| Cause I thought Joe was a mighty rough man
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| But he don’t hold a candle to sheriff Sam
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| Now ole Sam’s been our sheriff for thirty years
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| I’m his deputy now and mighty glad he’s here
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| When he needs some help well I give him a hand
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| But they don’t make 'em anymore like sheriff Sam |