Remind me to tell you. bout the old silver miner. name of hard rock Pete. had his house built on a slope. They say one of his legs. lived in Calico. Ther's a rumour going round. that the other lived in hope. So I walked in the room. and I stopped. I turned around. and looked over my shoulder. And a voice close beside me said. You'd better watch your head. the party's over. It wasn't long before. the waitress came over and said. Can I freshen up your drink. and have you heard of these boys. and if you feel included. to buy some cowboy boots. Well it's not that bad. we can talk above the noise. So I sucked on my beer. Shut my eyes. and tried to listen to the words. I know I missed the meaning. but the message. was something I'd already heard. Johnny Ringo's voice. is getting deeper. and now he's going to put. another lock on the door. The night is getting later. My head is getting lighter. The mood is getting darker. Tequila's being poured. So I smile. at the old gunslinger. in his frame on the wall. as he pushed back his hat. And it's all coming back. I'd cut a long story short. but it's much too late for that. Somebody stole my guitar. They took it from. the back seat of my car. I was sleeping in Memphis. in my hotel room. and somebody stole my guitar.