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Outclassed
We had prided ourselves on the "rep" of the place,
We claimed we was fearfully "hard,"
Fer toughness we swore we had set 'em a pace,
We said we was dare-devils, pard.
'Twas years since we'd heard of a natural death,
Old age was an unknown complaint,
We siad that no wickeder people drew breath,
We thought we was bad--but we ain't!
Fer a cargo of roughs from the town of New York
Stopped of fer a visit with us,
They unbottled hell, am' disposed of the cork,
Oh, there was consid'able fuss!
They drove all our man-killers under the bar,
An' when we tried forceful restraint,
They showed us what amateur bad men we are,
We thought we was bad--but we ain't!
I don't know what happened, but when I come to,
An' the worst of the smoke cleared away,
Old Rattlesnake Pete an' the rest of the crew
Was sayin' adieu to the fray,
An' the strangers was paintin' the town as they chose,
(Which was usin' a pretty red paint.)
An' we? We was humble an' quiet, Lord knows;
We thought we was bad--but we ain't!
They left us at last--it was time fer their train,
An' we watched 'em in wonder an' awe,
An' when we recovered once more from the strain,
We says: "This here place needs teh law.
If that's what a civilizedtown kin turn loose,
Our toughness is pale like an' faint;
We tried, but it's certain it ain't any use,
We thought we was bad--but we ain't!
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