Sunday supplement 1
Cow Patti, by Jim Stafford

From the bad lands came the killer
He lived by the knife and the gun
He'd cut you just for standing
And shoot ya if ya tried to run
He was big as a tree and did as he pleased
And everything he did was bad
And they said if you was to kill him
It'd only make him mad
From the good lands came the cowgirl
Patti was her name
She was hot on the trail of that killer
On a moped she called Flame
'Cause the killer had killed her daddy
Just for spittin' in the road
And you only had to kill her daddy once
To get that gal PO'd
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town
To find the man that killed her daddy
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
Killer hit town at daybreak
Ate the door off the local saloon
He started to drink
You could tell he was thinkin'
There'll be a showdown soon
Patti hit town in a cloud of dust
Ol' Flame was buzzin' like a saw
And the whole town got quiet as a church
When the killer stepped out for the draw
Forty shots rang out
Forty people fell
Patti and the killer missed each other
But they shot that town to hell
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town
To find the man that killed her daddy
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
The killer took a step towards Patti
Said, "It's time I gunned you down"
But he slipped in something
That was layin' in the street
And was shot 'fore he hit the ground
Yes, the killer slipped and it cost him his life
And Patti said as she roared out of town
"You gotta watch your step
When you know the chips are down"
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town
To find the man that killed her daddy
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
On, Flame!