Wells Fargo - Babe Ruth

Jake ridin' south on the holiest day

Headin' for the Mexican border

Shotgun movin' to the rhythm of his range

Just to help him keep law and order

Sits right back just a-takin' it easy

Drinks a shot a whiskey

And it makes him mighty wheezy

He coughed hard once

He coughed hard twice

Neglecting keeping watch

Don’t mind the sheriff’s advice

Ridin' shotgun

Runnin' over land

To the Rio Grande now

Shots rang down from the rocks above

And bore Jake to his feet

His pants fell down and actin' like a clown

The bullets had him dancin' to a rock 'n' roll beat

Big Jake did the boogaloo too

Got lucky, he cried like a drunk

His aspirations ain’t no more for you

And that’s the way it is

Ridin' shotgun

Runnin' over land

To the Rio Grande now

Stage got in to the center of town

And Jake gotta have himself a drink

He got to the bar and what he saw

Any self-respecting folk would hate to think

Ella May was dancin' to the sound of the blues

Her belly must be wobblin' right down to her shoes

It’s a-groovin' on the sidewalk, just don’t get too near

'Cause you’re gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin' shotgun

Runnin' over land

To the Rio Grande

Take the law in hand

To the Rio Grande now