Fools Paradise - Tex Ritter

As I write this letter to you darlin'

I can’t hold the teardrops from my eyes

For at sundown I will lay a-dyin'

At the door of the Fool’s Paradise

Rode into this cattle town this mornin'

Left my burro to check the market price

And I walked into the nearest barroom

They call it the Fool’s Paradise

There the crowd was gay and girls were dancin'

And the men were playin' cards and dice

So I stepped up to the bar to join them

What a grand place this Fool’s Paradise

It was then I showed to them your picture

I passed it around once or twice

Then a man insulted your sweet honour

At the bar of the Fool’s Paradise

So I slapped his face and I told him, I says

«You eat them words Mister, or draw, that’s my advice»

And he said, «Well, somebody might get hurt inside

But I’ll be glad to meet you in the street at sundown

At sundown in front of the Fool’s Paradise»

So goodbye my darlin', may God bless you

I go to make this sacrifice

And if ever you visit old Dodge City

Remember the Fool’s Paradise