Cow Patti
Composer(s): Jim Stafford
Performer(s): Jim Stafford



From the badlands came the killer
He lived by his knife and the gun
He'd cut you just for standing 
And shoot you if you tried to run
He was as big as a tree and did what he pleased
And everything he did was bad
They said, if you was to kill him
It'd only make him mad

From the goodlands came the cowgirl
Patti was her name
She was hot on the trail of that killer 
On a moped she called Flame
'Cause the killer had killed her daddy 
Just for spittin' in the road
And you only had to kill her daddy once
To get that gal p.o.'d.

Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town 
To find the man
That killed her daddy
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti

The killer hit town at daybreak 
Ate the door off the local saloon
He started to drink
You could tell there'd be a showdown soon
Patti hit town in a cloud of dust
Old Flame was buzzin' like a saw
And the whole town got quiet as a church
When the killer stepped out for the draw

Forty shots rang out, forty people fell
Patti and the killer missed each other 
But they shot the town to hell
The killer took a step toward Patti
Said, "It's time I gunned you down"
But he slipped in something 
That was laying in the street
And was shot before he hit the ground

Yes, the killer slipped 
And it cost him his life
And Patti said, as she raced out of town
"You got to watch your step
When you know the chips are down"

Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town 
To find the man
That killed her daddy
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti