The joint was a jumpin' on the corner Down on a Honky Tonk Street When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac And out stepped a cat named Pete
Dia-monds on a every finger He wore a tailor made suit He smoked a black cigar He wore a Stetson hat He wore a pair a cowboy boots
He busted on through the doorway Bad as he could be He pulled out his pistol, he turned around He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
The music stopped, there wasn't a sound Over in the corner stood a, Bad Man Brown Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend' ('You steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in')
Pete said, 'a look it, here buddy' But 'Fore I tan your hide' I got a forty five to keep me alive And seven bullets on my side
Brown pulled a knife, an he jumped on Pete They fought from the counter right on out to the street They swung from north, they swung from south Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete's mouth! Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed (Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
Now if you're ever down on the corner Down ona Honky Tonk Street Don't mess with Brown He'll cut you down Take a message froma Big Boy Pete