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>In this town there lived a methhead by the name of Texas Bat
>Many men had tried to take him and that many men were splat
>He was vicious and a druggie, with a height of 6 foot 4
>And the notches on his bat numbered one and nineteen more
>One and nineteen more
>Now the boomer started talkin' made it plain to folks around
>Was a trash container ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
>He was here to take a mattress wasn't here to start a spat
>And he said it didn't matter, he was after Texas Bat
>After Texas Bat
>Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Bat
>But the junkie didn't worry, men who tried before were fat
>Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,
>Twenty one would be the boomer with the big iron on his hip
>Big iron on his hip
>Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
>It was twenty past eleven when they got up on their feet
>Folks were watchin' from their windows
>Every body held their breath
>They knew this handsome boomer was about to meet his death
>About to meet his death
>There was seven feet between them
>When they stopped to make their play
>And the swiftness of the boomer is still talked about today
>Texas Bat had swung a few times when a bullet fairly ripped
>And the boomer's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
>Big iron on his hip
>It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round
>There before them lay the body of the methhead on the ground
>Oh. he might have went on but he made one fatal slip
>When he tried to match the boomer with the big iron on his hip
>Big iron on his hip
>Big iron, big iron,
>When he tried to match the boomer with the big iron on his hip
>Big iron on his hip