Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam Mcgee, artist - The Hollies.
Date of issue: 21.03.1993
Song language: English
The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam Mcgee |
Big tall man standing in the street |
Gun hanging by his side |
Just one man that he’d like to meet |
That’s when I began to hide |
I recognised him from the face of his son |
The hate in his eye didn’t lie |
And what I did can’t be undone |
Borrowed time there’s none to buy |
Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack |
Ain’t looking for a mad showdown |
But he was smart, he’d already checked |
A week in advance I’d paid down |
Well the hotel clerk was a fun-loving man |
The job he had it didn’t pay |
He told all about what happened that night |
There he is, that’s the one’s all he’d say |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping |
On my bad neighbours doors |
Crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly |
Let me in I gotta hide |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee’s dying |
No one to protect our town |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, |
He’s gonna shoot your sheriff down |
Big tall man standing in the street |
Now a hand hovering ready to slide |
Drew out his gun it wasn’t for fun |
Let me in there’s nowhere to hide |
Well I made my play but it wasn’t my day |
I felt the ripping lead |
That’s when I knew my time was through |
Rest in peace were the last words he said |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping |
On my bad neighbours doors |
Crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly |
Let me in I gotta hide |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee’s dying |
No one to protect our town |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, |
He’s gonna shoot your sherriff down |
Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping |
On my bad neighbours doors |
Crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly |
Let me in I gotta hide |
Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee’s dying |
No one to protect our town |
Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, |
He’s gonna shoot your sherriff down |