couldn't resist this...


DICK-O-LEE: BALLAD OF A GUNMAN
A gunfighter ballad for the ages (to be sung to Taj Majal's version of "Stack-o-Lee"):

Way down in deepest Texas,
down on the Armstrong Ranch,
a gunman shot old Whittington,
that po' boy had no chance.

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

When Dick-o-lee shot Harry
he shot him through and through
he said "I run this country, boy,
there ain't nothin' you can do"

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

"Don't bore with the safety rules,
because Dick-o-Lee's my name.
By the time I'm done, old Whittington,
you'll be the one to blame"

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

They took Harry to the ambulance
that's always standin' by,
doctors say this ain't the man
we're paid just to keep from dyin'.

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

They tried to keep it secret,
but Mrs. Armstrong spoke
she said "he shot that poor boy
in his big bright orange coat"

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

Now this man they call Dick Cheney
he's done bad things before,
got rich off all the people dyin'
in a foreign war.

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

When he could've fought in Vietnam
he ran, fast as he could
I guess that's why he can't use a gun
and his aim just ain't so good

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

Deep inside his black heart
Cheney just don't care
with so many lives upon your head
what's one more old millionaire?

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

He turned over that whole White House
to the energy-stealin' gang
he said "I won't tell you nothin',"
and the press didn't see a thang

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

He tried to keep it secret
Now everybody knew
that he travels with two doctors -
(he brings six white horses, too.)

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

When appears in public
his bandleader said to me
I don't know whether to play "Hail to the Chief"
or "Nearer My God to Thee"

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

Now when the bad man Cheney
picks up his .28
the only safe place you can be
is in some other state.

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.

Now Cheney says he's sorry
that he shot him through and through
if there's heaven, hell, and justice
soon he'll tell the Devil too.

Talkin' bout the bad man, bad man,
cruel old Dick-o-lee.


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Original posted by RJ Eskow on February 13, 2006