He Shouldn't-A, Oughtn't-A Swang on Me! Songtext

von Henry Mancini

He sleeps out there, out where the coyotes wail
The reason he ain′t at the bar with the boys
Makes quite a dismal tale...

He shouldn't-a, hadn′t-a, oughtn't-a swang on me
He oughtn't-a, shouldn′t-a, hadn′t-a, no, siree
You don't get many callers
Sleeping on the lone prairie
But he shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn′t-a swang on me.
Are you boys remember Harry
The wrangler I was set to marry
A long man, strong man
One night he yells " I'm from Texas!"
And socks me in my solar plexus.
Well having normal, good reflexes,
I knocked him on his can!
He shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a blacked my eye.
I′m really a lovable, peaceable kind of guy.
I wouldn′t scare a rabbit and I couldn't harm a flea,
But he shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn′t-a swang on me.
This here job is mighty trying,
Sometimes the room is fairly flying with
High balls, eyeballs
One guy till somebody got' em
Tore up the joint from top to bottom
I think I was that one that shot him
As near as I recall.
He shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.
He massacred eight or nine minutes, at Lasy Bee!
He then took on the sheriff, and the sheriff′s deputy,
But he shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn′t-a swang on me.
If this story has a moral,
It's: When you′re looking for a quarrel
Or slowdown; slow down.
If by now, you haven't mastered
The gentle art of getting plastered,
You′re just a Low- Down, you ain't mastered
The motto of our town!
You shouldn't-a, hadn′t-a, oughtn′t-a start no fight
Our burying grounds are most impressive sight!
The message on them tombstones is a simple as ca be:
He shouldn't-a, hadn′t-a, oughtn't-a swang on me...
He shouldn′t-a, hadn't-a, oughtn′t-a swang on me.