Back in 1843 There was a cowboy named Howard Lee Who was known to everyone To act quite especially cowardly One brisk day Quite brisk for the south He had a few too many drinks Started runnin his mouth On this same day i walked into a cantina Asked for a whiskey on the rocks Howard Lee turned right towards me Started poking fun at my red socks I in turn turned towards him to tell him "They were a gift from the misses" "And if you keep on talking "You'll join your wet friends the fishes" Lee seemed to not like this Almost as much as i disliked him And almost on a whim i thought I ought to brace myself for a flying limb And whatdo you know I knew Lee'd throw his fist Miss and fall down on the ground With a sound like a floppin fish But Lee got up real fast Faster than a man could blink But he had his back towards me Told the bartender,"i need another drink" "Oh what a drunken fool" i said to myself in a Real hush And Lee turned around sober as a judge so fast Youd think hes a prospector And i was a gold rush And right then and there i knew The coward Howard Lee Seemed to have been scheming A plan most cowardly Before i knew it I had a sharp pain in my side It seemed my life was ending In such vain and so little pride I heard the angel's voices Like trumpets in the sky I saw the lights on top of their head I heard their hue and cry They said "oh cullah don't you fret It aint time to say goodbye We aint here for you Were here for that other guy" *Not finished* Slowly the world i had just left Started coming back to me Everything became clear The moment i saw howard lee was near I got up off the floorboards Wiped the blood from my brow Tapped howard lee on his shoulder And asked him "how strong you feelin now?" I cut up into his face With a punch backed by angel grace The coward howard lee Was the Oh you coward howard lee Dont you know you to never mess with me