I'm Dakota Jim
I'm as tough as nails
You better not cross my path
On each hip a gun I wear
And knives in me boots
Across my back a Winchester
And derringers in my sleeves
I'm as tough as nails
And I'll rob you blind
Old women, children and all
You can beg for mercy
But none I will show
And laugh while I spit in your face
I rob the banks and hold up trains
It matters not to me
I've shot quite a few
Who dared to call me out
They're planted in Boot Hill
When I wander down to the Saloon
A hush falls over the place
Every one knows who I am
I'm a mean son of a gun
I'm Dakota Jim
I'm as tough as nails
Yes mum I'm coming
No mum I won't forget
To wash my hands before dinner
Yes mum I know school tomorrow
I'll do my home work in a minute
I'm Dakota Jim
All right I'm coming