Jim, you are wrong!

Jim only drank whiskey,
He didn't drink milk.
He had a piebald horse and two black guns,
The mare was so frisky,
And her coat was like silk.
Jim came into town just to make his wild runs.

Jim, you're wrong!
Jim, you're wrong
Whiskey never, never, never made you strong.
You're standing on a scaffold.
And a crowd below is dazzled!
- String him up!" they cry. "He's been wicked too long!"

Jim approached the bank's vault,
He took out the guns,
Too drunk to aim — and he missed when he spun.
It was your final assault,
They caught you — no fun,
And this time, dear Jim, you couldn’t run!

Jim, you're wrong
Jim, you're wrong
Whiskey never, never, never made you strong.
You're standing on a scaffold.
And a crowd below is dazzled!
- String him up!" they cry.
"He's been wicked too long!"

They tied you up, Jim,
They took your guns and gold,
Your mare stood alone, unsaddled and cold.
It was a foolish whim,
 Though daring and bold,
And now the judge gave you a medal of rope.

Jim, you're wrong
Jim, you're wrong
Whiskey never, never, never made you strong.
You're standing on a scaffold.
And a crowd below is dazzled!
- String him up!" they cry.
"He's been wicked too long!"

Jim, you're wrong
Jim, you're wrong
Whiskey never, never, never made you strong.
You're standing on a scaffold.
And a crowd below is dazzled!
- String him up!" they cry.
"He's been wicked too long!"
Yee-haw

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