Bo Diddley's a Gunslinger

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,)
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