Cimarron Bill

In Arizona day pass a special law
Traveled fast from jaw to jaw
If it’s Bill you meet
White folk you got ta cross da street
Don’t walk or stroll or jog or jaunt
Don’t be lax or nonchalant
Don’t care if you out wid yo ol favorite aunt
If you don't wanna be part a yesterdays kill
Don't walk on da same side a da street wit Bill
He carry six big guns
He expert wid every single one
Easy at his left and right trigger fingatip
Colt 44’s swingin low on each swayin hip
He carry rifles in each saddle side slip
Kin sprang to action in a zippety zip
Now for thos a you who don’t believe
He got derringers up his sleeve
And when all is final said and done
He real sensitive ta folk just poking fun
So you better not let yo loose lip slip
And flip da wrong kinda lackadaisical quip
Cause dat a be da last snuff you dip
Sho nuff, when he choose not to shoot
He tho knifes from each black boot
And if by some freak accident
You git close enough to squint
At his pinky ring and gold watch band
You a learn firsthand and man to man
Say nothin bout his gals pretty little lockets
He got straight razors in his pockets
Now you ain got ta believe a word I say
Dis advice free you ain got ta pay
Jus go ax Old White Joe
Why he bald and walk so slow
Now, I ain one to give no free advice
Usual I tells you once and charge you twice
So consider dis a one-time treat
If you think life good and sweet
If you strollin round and it’s Bill you meet
Tip yo hat and cross da street