The Drunken Desperado + 

I’m wild and woolly and full of fleas, + 

I’m hard to curry below the knees, + 

I’m a she-wolf from Shamon Creek, + 

For I was dropped from a lightning streak + 

And it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 

I stayed in Texas till they runned me out, + 

Then in Bull Frog they chased me about, + 

I walked a little and rode some more, + 

For I’ve shot up a town before + 

And it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 

Give me room and turn me loose + 

I’m peaceable without excuse. + 

I never killed for profit or fun, + 

But riled, I’m a regular son of a gun + 

And it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 

Good-eye Jim will serve the crowd; + 

The rule goes here no sweetnin’ ’lowed. + 

And we’ll drink now the Nixon kid, + 

For I rode to town and lifted the lid + 

And it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 

You can guess how quick a man must be, + 

For I killed eleven and wounded three; + 

And brothers and daddies aren’t makin’ a sound + 

Though they know where the kid is found + 

And it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 

When I get old and my aim aint true + 

And it’s three to one and wounded, too, + 

I won’t beg and claw the ground; + 

For I’ll be dead before I’m found + 

When it’s my night to hollow⁠—Whoo‑pee! + 