Remind me to tell you bout the old silver miner name of hard rock Pete Had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs live in Calico There's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope So I walked in the room and I stopped I turned around and looked over my shoulder And a voice close beside me said You'd better watch your head the party's over It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said Can I freshen up your drink and have you heard of these boys And if you feel included to buy some cowboy boots Well it's not that bad we talk above the noise So I sucked down my beer shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words I know I missed the meaning but the message was something I'd already heard Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper And now he's going to put another lock on the door The night is getting later My head is getting lighter The mood is getting darker Tequila 's being poured So I smile at the old gunslinger in his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat And it's all coming back I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room and somebody stole my guitar