He got mad
Over on the trail, Jim and his crew of five
Got on his horse and rode away
'Cause he died like all good cowboys
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
Alive they called him lucky but not today
"Well, I don't need it", he laughed
And he called Jim, "Yellow", he'll never do that again
For him the bet is still on
And walked out
Some say they've seen him

But the trouble didn't start till the men were in bed

The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
It ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyone
Must be mad, he must be mad

He threw his badge on the floor
The people wished him well, and good luck
The weather was hard but so were the men
Big Jim and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe
With his boots on next to his men
A-whooping and a-hollering and flashing their knives
Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive
Though I don't think even Jim will try this trip again
His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead
He's gonna give it a try

He was scared, Big Jim was scared
He left no doubt

In the saloon one evening Big took a bet
Some say he rides there, cursing still

With a rancher whose name I forget

Big Jim, he still won't lie down