The Time I Shot Robert Smith

The Time I Shot Robert Smith

The time I shot Robert Smith,
was a terrible cold night,
wind was howling at the door,
even inside the bar it was damp and cool,
so ya see i started playin cards with some fools,
figured I'd take their cash, have a laugh,
win a beer or two, then get along with my pockets full,
it usually worked, at cards or pool, i played a good deal,
but this night was different it seemed to me,
was like the cold was drivin men mad it seemed,
they'd holler and yell, raise all kinds of hell,
about my cheatin, lyin, no good ways,
but most were wise, made their case,
and left the game to go drinking elsewhere,
but at one point, a man stood up who cared,
and he said i'd cheated, he'd seen it he'd swear,
but i didn't cheat, he was just too drunk to see,
that i'd been takin shots of water and playin possum,
so i studied him as he boast and yell, and sized em,
up, knew i didn't stand a chance in a bare knuckle fight,
the man was twice my size, and his eyes full of hate,
so i said to the man "I don't fight a fair man's fight,"
He said in reply "Well I'm Robert Smith and I'll take your life."
About the time he finished his yellin, i pulled out my .38
Said "You better get on home before it's too late, see."
He grabbed his gun, I let him level his sights on me,
then I put one in his chest and two in his head,
He fell back against the barstools, obviously dead,
I cleaned the money off the table and put it in my hat,
put my hat on my head, and headed out, without,
any hesitation, i'd already shown my face, and,
someone would prolly sketch me by the next day,
but little do they know, i've found a sweet place to stay,
up in the mountains, i live in a cabin, live off the land,
and every now and then you'll see me at the bar again,
I might be drinkin whisky and lookin grizzly, unshaven,
But I'm not playin cards, not since I sent a man to heaven.