Oh I spend my days killin' Injuns
It's my recreation of the day
I really go to town killin' Injuns
I get to do it every different way

I set out early in the mornin'
Try to get a chance to bag a few
Sometimes I get real downhearted
'Cos sometimes I get no more than two

I make my living outta Injuns
People buy their scalps as souvenirs
When I get homewards in the evening 
I spend my hard earned cash buying beers

People sometimes say that I'm a slayer
Many crimes committed by my hand
But I'll carry on my own ways
Some folks, they'll never understand

One day I guess I'll be retirin'
I'm having thoughts of how I'll settle down
Maybe set up business as a butcher
And then I'll spend my days killin' cows.
