Smackwater Jack The Manhattan Transfer

Now, Smackwater Jack
He bought a shotgun
'Cause he was in the mood
For a little confrontation
He just a-let it all hang loose;
He didn't think about the noose
He couldn't take no more abuse
So he shot down the congregation

You can't talk to a man
With a shotgun in his hand

Now, Big Jim the chief
Stood for law and order
He called for the guard to come
And surround the border
Now, from his bulldog mouth
As he led the posse south
Came the cry, "We got to ride
To clean up the streets
For our wives and our daughters!"

You can't talk to a man
When he don't wanna understand
No, no, no, no, no