Bowie Knife

　　Bowie Knife - Frankie laine

　　I got off the riverboat in New Orleans

　　In the spring of 82

　　I walked into a gambling house

　　As gamblers often do

　　I had myself a drink

　　And I joined in a poker game

　　The dealer was a woman

　　So I asked her for her name

　　She smiled at me so pretty

　　But a hush fell over the place

　　As a big man crossed the table

　　Stood up and slapped my face

　　Bowie knife Bowie knife

　　Long glittering 'steel

　　If my gun don't take your evil life

　　You can bet my Bowie knife will

　　I had my choice of weapons on

　　Which would depend my life

　　I chose a set of pistols

　　And a long old Bowie knife

　　I met him by the river by

　　The light of the rising sun

　　Was I prepared to fight him

　　I feared my time had come

　　Bowie knife Bowie knife

　　Long glittering steel

　　If my gun don't take your evil life

　　You can bet my Bowie knife will

　　As we stood back to

　　Back there on the dooling green

　　I cursed the fate that had brought me

　　To the town of New Orleans

　　The referee started counting

　　The paces one by one

　　When I heard him say twenty

　　I turned and fired my gun

　　I knew at once I'd missed

　　And I waited there in fear as

　　The stranger aimed and fired

　　But the bullet went by my ear

　　He threw away his pistol and drew his Bowie knife

　　I knew that razor edge would soon snap off my life

　　But somehow luck was with me

　　And my weapon found his side

　　He lay there on the dooling ground

　　Then he cursed me as he died

　　Bowie knife Bowie knife

　　Long glittering steel

　　If my gun don't take your evil life

　　You can bet my Bowie knife will

　　You can bet my Bowie knife will

　　You can bet my Bowie knife will