Lyrics:

Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could getThe badge on his waistcoat shone in the sunIt ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyoneIn the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forgetHe wanted a herd taken over the plainHe called Jim 'yellow', he'll never do that againHe got mad!He threw his badge on the floor and walked outHe's gonna give it a try, he left no doubt'Must be mad, must be mad!'The people wished him well, and good luck'Hell, I don't need it!' He laughed, got on his horse and rode awayOver on the trail, Jim 'n' his crew of fiveWere trying their best to keep the cattle aliveThe weather was hard, but so were the menThough I don't think even Jim will try this try againHis horses were edgy, sensing trouble aheadBut the trouble didn't start till the men were in bedA-whooping and a-hollering and flashing their knivesBig Jim and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribeHe was scared, Big Jim was scaredAlive, they called him lucky, but not todayCos he died like all good cowboys with his boots on next to his menBig Jim, he won't lie downFor him the bet is still onSome say he rides there, cursing stillSome say they've seen him