The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam McGee Lyrics
| Song | The Day That Curly Billy Shot Down Crazy Sam McGee |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | Top of the Pops 1973 |
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| Lyrics：Clarke Music：Clarke | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| Gun hanging by his side | |
| Just one man that he'd like to meet | |
| That's when I began to hide | |
| I recognised him from the face of his son | |
| The hate in his eye didn't lie | |
| Oh what I did can't be undone | |
| Borrowed time there's none to buy | |
| Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
| Ain't looking for a mad showdown | |
| But he was smart, he'd already checked | |
| A week in advance I'd paid down | |
| Well the hotel clerk was a fun-loving man | |
| The job he had it didn't pay | |
| He told all about what happened that night | |
| There he is, that's the one's all he'd say | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he's gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
| Drew out his gun it wasn't for fun | |
| Let me in there's nowhere to hide | |
| Well I made my play but it wasn't my day | |
| I felt the ripping lead | |
| That's when I knew my time was through | |
| Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he's gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee's dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he's gonna shoot your sherriff down |
| Lyrics: Clarke Music: Clarke | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| Gun hanging by his side | |
| Just one man that he' d like to meet | |
| That' s when I began to hide | |
| I recognised him from the face of his son | |
| The hate in his eye didn' t lie | |
| Oh what I did can' t be undone | |
| Borrowed time there' s none to buy | |
| Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
| Ain' t looking for a mad showdown | |
| But he was smart, he' d already checked | |
| A week in advance I' d paid down | |
| Well the hotel clerk was a funloving man | |
| The job he had it didn' t pay | |
| He told all about what happened that night | |
| There he is, that' s the one' s all he' d say | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
| Drew out his gun it wasn' t for fun | |
| Let me in there' s nowhere to hide | |
| Well I made my play but it wasn' t my day | |
| I felt the ripping lead | |
| That' s when I knew my time was through | |
| Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down |
| Lyrics: Clarke Music: Clarke | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| Gun hanging by his side | |
| Just one man that he' d like to meet | |
| That' s when I began to hide | |
| I recognised him from the face of his son | |
| The hate in his eye didn' t lie | |
| Oh what I did can' t be undone | |
| Borrowed time there' s none to buy | |
| Well I hid round the back of a derelict shack | |
| Ain' t looking for a mad showdown | |
| But he was smart, he' d already checked | |
| A week in advance I' d paid down | |
| Well the hotel clerk was a funloving man | |
| The job he had it didn' t pay | |
| He told all about what happened that night | |
| There he is, that' s the one' s all he' d say | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Big tall man standing in the street | |
| now a hand hovering waiting to slide | |
| Drew out his gun it wasn' t for fun | |
| Let me in there' s nowhere to hide | |
| Well I made my play but it wasn' t my day | |
| I felt the ripping lead | |
| That' s when I knew my time was through | |
| Rest in peace were the last words he said | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down | |
| Well all the people were running, jumping, even thumping | |
| on my bad neighbours doors | |
| crying Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly | |
| Let me in I gotta hide | |
| Well everybody was crying, sighing Sam McGee' s dying | |
| No one to protect our town | |
| Curly Billy Silly with his colt he calls filly, | |
| he' s gonna shoot your sherriff down |
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