| The joint was a jumpin' on the corner
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| Down on a Honky Tonk Street
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| When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac
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| And out stepped a cat named Pete
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| He busted on through the doorway
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| Bad as-a he could be
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| He pulled out his pistol, he turned around
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| He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
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| The music stopped, there wasn’t a sound
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| A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown
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| Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend'
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| You take your three steps forward and I’m 'onna-a, clue you in'
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| Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy
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| Before I tan your hide'
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| I got a forty-five to keep me alive
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| Seven bullets on my side
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| Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete
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| They fought from the counter right on out to the street
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| They swung from north, they swung from south
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| Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete’s mouth!
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| Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed
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| (Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
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| Now if you’re ever down on the corner
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| Down on-a Honky Tonk Street
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| Don’t mess with Brown
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| He’ll cut you down
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| Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete
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