The Insult + 

I’ve swum the Colorado where she runs close down to hell; + 

I’ve braced the faro layouts in Cheyenne; + 

I’ve fought for muddy water with a bunch of howlin’ swine + 

An’ swallowed hot tamales and cayenne; + 

I’ve rode a pitchin’ broncho till the sky was underneath; + 

I’ve tackled every desert in the land; + 

I’ve sampled XX whiskey till I couldn’t hardly see + 

An’ dallied with the quicksands of the Grande; + 

I’ve argued with the marshals of a half a dozen burgs; + 

I’ve been dragged free and fancy by a cow; + 

I’ve had three years’ campaignin’ with the fightin’, bitin’ Ninth, + 

An’ I never lost my temper till right now. + 

I’ve had the yeller fever and been shot plum full of holes; + 

I’ve grabbed an army mule plum by the tail; + 

But I’ve never been so snortin’, really highfalutin’ mad + 

As when you up and hands me ginger ale. + 