I got off the riverboat in New Orleans in the spring of 82,
I walked into a gambling house as gamblers often do.
I had myself a drink, and I joined in a poker game,
The dealer was a woman, so I asked her for her name.
She smiled at me so pretty, but a hush fell over the place,
As a big man crossed the table, stood up and slapped my face.
Bowie knife, bowie knife, long, glitterin' steel,
If my gun don't take your evil life,
You can bet, my bowie knife will.