Wild Wild West

Sung by Ma Cue: “Oh, ma. Don't tell that sad story again.” Some folks like to reminisce That the wild, wild west was good Well if “wild” were good, your Pa was the best, If I could slap him on the back, I would, If I could slap him on the back I would! See, Marshall Bond was a brave man, his posses fine and true. So when the Deadwood stage was robbed again, we knew just what he'd do... The finest men in town were called to the square, for to make a plan. And their horses stamped, and their rifles shined and your Pa was the thirteenth man, your Pa was the thirteenth man. I told myself that a hero's born when a coward turns to face the storm and maybe this here mouse of mine will find his manhood redefined and when the posse caught their crook, and the outlaw scum was booked, and the West was won with them shiny guns and a whoop and a hollar in the blazin' sun and the beer went around in that Deadwood town your Pa found his manhood, sure... She was a purty thing, so I'm told, saloon girls always are... and when the men returned they were missing one, that snake who was your Pa! So I ran this inn all by myself near twenty back-breaking years wore my fingers to the bone never wasted any tears-- silk purses from sow's ears! I told myself that a hero's born when a coward turns to face the storm and maybe this here mouse of mine will find his manhood redefined and when the posse caught their crook, and the outlaw scum was booked, and the West was won with them shiny guns and a whoop and a hollar in the blazin' sun and the beer went around in that Deadwood town your Pa found his manhood, sure... Some folks like to reminisce That the wild, wild west was good Well if “wild” were good, your Pa was the best, If I could slap him on the back, I would, If I could slap him on the back I would!