Claim Jumpin' Christopher

The Sacramento gals ain't cheap Gold digging around around around With Christopher, they refuse to sleep For ain't no gold he found Ol' Arkansas Chuck, he had some luck Panning around around around Found some gold in the river muck As he was sifting it around Chris loads up his forty-four Chamber spinning round around around And he ain't gonna be poor no more When Arkansas Chuck comes around No frankincense or myrrh Claim Jumpin' Christopher There's plenty of gold So I've been told On the banks of the Sacramento Ol' Arkansas ain't have time to draw He hit the ground the ground the ground Christopher just took it all And fired another round Those Levi jeans are awful clean Chuck's breath slowing down, down, down But I think they look better on me Arkansas never made another sound Chris felt no shame and jumped Chuck's claim Panning around around around And this is where he earns his name He kept claim jumpin' around No frankincense or myrrh Claim Jumpin' Christopher There's plenty of gold So I've been told On the banks of the Sacramento Chris' golden ore grew more and more Counting the pounds the pounds the pounds He loaded up for the last big score To retire to whoring around Henry's bank seemed an easy take The gold is in mounds and mounds and mounds Christopher made his last mistake Took the slow road into town No frankincense or myrrh Claim Jumpin' Christopher There's plenty of gold So I've been told In Henry's Bank of California The Claim Jumpin' Gang is on its way They're riding towards town towards town towards town "This will be his final day "Let's take this asshole down" Before Chris could dismount his horse Henry's holding his ground his ground his ground They shot Chris dead with no remorse Farewell claim jumpin' clown No frankincense or myrrh Claim Jumpin' Christopher But there ain't no gold So I've been told Paving the streets for a deceased sinner