Back when the west was very young,
There lived a man named Masterson.
He wore a cane and derby hat,
They called him Bat, Bat Masterson.

A man of steel the stories say,
But women's eyes all glanced his way.
A gambler's game he always won,
His name was Bat, Bat Masterson.

The trail that he blazed is still there,
No one has come since to replace his name.
And those with too ready a trigger, forgot to figger
On his fighting cane.

Now in the legend of the west,
One name stands out of all the rest.
The man who had the fastest gun,
His name was Bat, Bat Masterson.