From the bad lands came the killer, he lived by the knife and the gun.
he'd cut you just for standing, shoot you if you tried to run.
he was big as a tree, and he did as he pleased,
and eveything he did was bad.
they said if you was to kill him, you'd only make him mad.
from the good lands came the cow girl, pattie was her name.
she was hot on the trail of that killer on a moped she called "flame."
cause the killer had killed her daddy just for spittin' in the road.
and you only had to killer her daddy once to get that gal pee o'd.

chorus:
yipee i a, yippe i a, cow pattie. she roared into town to find the man that
killed her daddy, yippeee i a, (spoken) cow pattie.

killer hit town at daybreak, ate the door off the local saloon.
he started to drink, you could tell he was thinkin' there'd be a show down
soon.
pattie hit town in a cloud of dust, ole flame was buzzin' like a saw.
and the whole town got quiet as a church when the killer stepped out for the
draw.
forty shots rang out, forty people fell,
pattie and the killer missed each other.
but they shot that town to hell.

chorus:

killer took a step toward pattie, said, "it's time i gunned you down."
but he slipped in something that was laying in the street,
and was shot before he hit the ground.
yes, the killer slipped and it cost him his life,
and pattie said as she roared out of town,
"you gotta watch your step when you know the chips are down."

chorus:

spoken:

onnnnnnnnnnn flammmmmeee!!!