written by E. McDaniel Arc Music Corp. BMI (1980?). Here's a little story that I really want to tell. It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral. Now Bo Diddley didn't start no mess. He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest. 'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger. (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). Bo Diddley's a gunslinger. (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). Bo Diddley's a gunslinger. (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). Bo Diddley's a gunslinger. (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring. If that diamond ring don't shine. He better take it to a private eye. If that private eye can't see. Well he better bring that ring to me. I said "Yeah Bo Diddley yeah". (Yeah Bo Diddley yeah). "Yeah Bo Diddley huh". (Yeah Bo Diddley hey yeah etc.). I said "Why'd ya come to my house. On Black Jack Road. Take my baby away from home. Where'd you go or where you been. Up your house and gone again. I said "Bo Diddley Bo Diddley. Have you heard?. (Hey Bo Diddley). My pretty baby Kim. She was a bird". (Hey Bo Diddley). I said "Yeah Bo Diddley yeah". (Yeah Bo Diddley yeah). "Yeah Bo Diddley yeah huh". (Yeah Bo Diddley yeah). Yeah...Child.....yeah. I said "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger". (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). "Bo Diddley's a gunslinger". (Bo Diddley's a gunslinger). Bo Diddley's a gunslinger.