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When Clem finally made it into town
Leading his horse and swearing
The townfolk looked at him askance
But, Clem totally wasn't caring

He had walked the last five miles
His horse had thrown a shoe
Walking wasn't his favorite sport
But, there was nothing else to do
 
He was mighty hungry
His throat was desert dry
He planned to get a juicy steak
And great, big, bottle of rye
 
He left his horse with the smithy
Then walked across the street
He decided to quench his thirst
Before he went to eat
 
Trina was dancing in the saloon  that day
A lady so sweet and fair 
With silver buckles on her shoes
And rhinestones  in her hair
 
Clem felt his heart skip a beat
And knew he had fallen in love
He didn't realize he was staring
Til a big man gave him a shove
 
"That's my woman", the big man said
"So, put your eyes back in their socket"
And without the slightest warning
Drew a derringer from his pocket
 
Clem tried to leave without a fight
But the big man stood in his way
Just one shot was all it took
To kill Clem that day
 
The marshal arrested the big man
Clem was buried on Boot Hill
The smithy auctioned off his horse
To pay his funeral bill
 
WhenTrina left town soon after that
She wanted to say goodbye
So she left a rose on poor Clem's grave
And a great, big, bottle of rye

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