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