Sling your hook in with him baby   He's a real sharp-shooter now   If he's out there hiding in the tall grass   Tell him I said he was a coward      This ain't any old western honey   It's the twentieth century now   But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy   And he's hurt her then I want to know how      Did he shoot her with his compromise   Like a heart attack he can paralyse   Or did he hang her in a noose   On the telephone line      Did he shoot her with a 45   Did he leave his mark right between her eyes   Oh did he shoot that girl   That used to be mine      Tell him I'm ready any time he chooses   The pay-off for the things, for the things he's done   He ain't messing with no two-bit bandit   Armed with a couple of guns      If he wants to see it as a two reel movie   He's living in the head of someone else   But better take him down and dust him honey   I want to hear the truth for myself      Did he shoot her   Did he shoot her