[Verse 1] Two pistol Pete rode into Deadwood, never wore a frown With a pair of six-shot Colts, he had never been downed The Black-Hat Gang had him cornered at the edge of town Twenty-two outlaws give 'er take and not a sheriff around They opened up fire with a thunderous roar Using pistols, rifles, a kitchen sink and even the saloon door Pete just stood a smiling ’cause he knew the score He pulled out his pistol pair, no need to aim Outlaws kept on a fallin' just the same Gunfire a blasting, the church bell did ring And the desert rocks started to ping! [Chorus] Ping! Pang! goes a bullet off the stone! He’s shooting twenty fellas and he’s doing it alone! Six chambers each, loaded when the morning was new He's already fired off at least a hundred and two! Never needs to reload, never drops a shell Just bottomless barrels spinning down to hell! [Verse 2] Bad Bart laughed, and said "That's your last round" Pete kept a-firing like he never heard a sound He shot Bad Bart's trusty water skin Next was his new Stetson, that's a mortal sin! He shot a flying crow that was getting too loud Now he was just showing off to the crowd A wall of lead flying, a total buckshot hurricane Pete stood behind a cactus that was thin as a cane Bullets flew right past, didn't scratch his woven vest And the cleanest damn shirt in the entire Wild West! [Chorus] Ping! Pang! goes a bullet off the stone! He’s shooting twenty fellas and he’s doing it alone! Six chambers each, loaded when the morning was new He's already fired off at least a hundred and two! Never needs to reload, never drops a shell Just bottomless barrels spinning down to hell! [Bridge] "Hold on there, Pete! Ain't you gotta reload? Son, just who's story you think is being told? (Verse 3) When the smoke had finally cleared, folks gathered round Undertaker getting all the measurements down Pete twirled his pistols with a holstered flair Towns folk so silent, you could hear the drop of a hair Pete defied all the odds and laws of physics too He reloaded once, but we counted two hundred bullets that flew He picked up old Barts new Stetson, gave it to a wee little boy The widowed mom's face was beaming with joy (Outro) Twenty-two outlaws in the dirt that day Pete leaped on his stallion without any pay And galloped away into the pristine terrain Scene cut just short of his waiting - private jet plane
