Back in 1843
There was a cowboy named Howard Lee
Who was known to everyone
To act quite especially cowardly
One brisk day
Quite brisk for the south
He had a few too many drinks
Started runnin his mouth
On this same day i walked into a cantina
Asked for a whiskey on the rocks
Howard Lee turned right towards me
Started poking fun at my red socks
I in turn turned towards him to tell him
"They were a gift from the misses"
"And if you keep on talking
"You'll join your wet friends the fishes"
Lee seemed to not like this
Almost as much as i disliked him
And almost on a whim i thought
I ought to brace myself for a flying limb
And whatdo you know
I knew Lee'd throw his fist
Miss and fall down on the ground
With a sound like a floppin fish
But Lee got up real fast
Faster than a man could blink
But he had his back towards me
Told the bartender,"i need another drink"
"Oh what a drunken fool" i said to myself in a
Real hush
And Lee turned around sober as a judge so fast
Youd think hes a prospector
And i was a gold rush
And right then and there i knew
The coward Howard Lee
Seemed to have been scheming
A plan most cowardly
Before i knew it
I had a sharp pain in my side
It seemed my life was ending
In such vain and so little pride
I heard the angel's voices
Like trumpets in the sky
I saw the lights on top of their head
I heard their hue and cry
They said "oh cullah don't you fret
It aint time to say goodbye
We aint here for you
Were here for that other guy"
*Not finished*
Slowly the world i had just left
Started coming back to me
Everything became clear
The moment i saw howard lee was near
I got up off the floorboards
Wiped the blood from my brow
Tapped howard lee on his shoulder
And asked him "how strong you feelin now?"
I cut up into his face
With a punch backed by angel grace
The coward howard lee
Was the
Oh you coward howard lee
Dont you know you to never mess with me