Oh yeahnNow here's a little story - I've gots to tellnAbout three bad brothers - you know so wellnIt started way back in historynWith Bobby, Dan, Jimmy Kalin, and me - The Big Z.nHad a little horsy named Paul ReverenJust me and my horsy and a quart of beernRiding across the land - kicking up sandnSheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demandnOne lonely Beastie I benAll by myself - without nobodynThe sun is beating down on my cowboy hatnThe air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flatnLookin' for a girl - I ran into a guynHis name is Dan Wistrom, I said, Howdy - he said, HinnnHe told a little story - that sounded well rehearsednFour days on the run and that he's dying of thirstnThe brew was in my hand - and he was on my tipnHis voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sipnHe said, Can I get some?nI said, You can't get none!nHad a chance to runnHe pulled out his shotgunnHe was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be deadnHe put the gun to my head and this is what he said,nnnMy name is Ala-Dan - I've got a license to killnI think you know what time it is - it's time to get illnNow what do we have here - an outlaw and his beernI run this land, you understand - I make myself clear.nWe stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grinnYou think this story's over but it's ready to beginnHelp me now..nnnNow I got the gun - you got the brewnYou got two choices of what you can donIt's not a tough decision as you can seenI can blow you away or you can ride with me nI said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the bordernJohn Thompson's after me for what I did to his daughternI did it like this - I did it like thatnYo, I did it with a whiffleball batnSo I'm on the run - the cop's got my gunnAnd right about now - it's time to have some funnThe King Zachariah - that is my namenAnd I know the fly spot where they got the champagne, where they got champagne, oh yeah, Dan Wistrom take a little solo now.nnNow we rode for six hours the we hit the spotnThe beat was a bumping and the girlies was hotnThis dude was staring like he knows who we arenWe took the empty spot next to him at the barnNow Danny said, Yippy-Yo, you know this kid?nI said, I didn't. - but I know he didnThe kid said, Get ready cause this ain't funnynMy name's Jim Kalin and I'm about to get money.nPulled out the banjo - aimed it at the skynHe yelled, Stick 'em up! - and let two flynHands went up and people hit the floornHe wasted two kids that ran for the doorn'cause he's Jimmy Kalin and he gets respectnYour cash and your jewelry is what he expectnNow Bobby was with it and he's my acenSo I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the facenThe piano player's out - the music stoppednHis boy had beef - and he got Jimmy Kalin grabbed the goldnI grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold, and a beer that's coldnoh yeah, and I drank it so cold and bubbling