(mick ralphs)      The light in the bar came on   The place was in a mess   An hour before there'd been an awful scene   Early on that day while matt was on the phone   His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine   Matt was in a state when I saw him later on   Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none   "i'm gonna fix him good", said matt in a chokey way   Together we know the sound of a ready gun      Well it must have been around eight   When we both saw sam's hunched back   Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall   Matt soon altered that as he kicked sam to the floor   Pretty soon the place was one big brawl   Someone doused the lights   Still the pumps blew   Suddenly a voice caught in the night   "whoever comes off best can only lose my hand   Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it".      Well matt he cocked his gun   Fired towards that voice   "i'd rather know you're dead" was his reply   Christine breathed her last   The bar was like a tomb   Not a sound, except to hear sam call      The light in the bar was on   The place is in a mess   An hour before there'd been an awful scene   Early on that day while matt was on the phone   His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine.