Sling your hook in with him baby
He's a real sharp-shooter now
If he's out there hiding in the tall grass
Tell him I said he was a cowardThis ain't any old western honey
It's the twentieth century now
But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy
And he's hurt her then I want to know howDid he shoot her with his compromise
Like a heart attack he can paralyze
Or did he hang her in a noose
On the telephone lineDid he shoot her with a forty five
Did he leave his mark right between her eyes
Oh did he shoot that girl
That used to be mineTell him I'm ready any time he chooses
The pay-off for the things, for the things he's done
He ain't messing with no two-bit bandit
Armed with a couple of gunsIf he wants to see it as a two reel movie
He's living in the head of someone else
But better take him down and dust him honey
I want to hear the truth for myselfDid he shoot her
Did he shoot her
Songwriters
JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNIEPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group