McKenzie Brothers Songtext / Lyric

The McKenzie brothers just reached their limits

It's now mid August and two months have passed,
since the new marshall Mike Monroe came to town.
He had already put Joe and Jeramiha six feet under.
They were drunk as the skunks they were,
on their way back from the saloon.
They past Steve Harlows range to wrestle some cattle.
The marshall and his deputies showed up and shot'em in the neck.
The most bloody fireworks Dog Head City had ever seen.

Jim, the oldest brother and head of the clane since
father Judas got his head blown of in a gunfight,
saddled up his horse and went in to town,
just to set things straight with the marshall.

On his way to town he rode past his uncle Jock
to fill him in about Joe and Jeramiha.
- Looks like marshall wants a war and he is gonna get one, Jock said.
- I'll send a message out for brother James,
your uncle. Remember him you met at the wedding when he
stol' your cousin Julia from the groom.

Meanwhile in town marshall Monroe and his deputies
were drinking their heads of and shootin' run away chickens
to celebrate the passin' of the McKenzies.

Next morning the McKenzie clan where ready to set things
straight with the marshall and his men.
They sent little John in to town to lure 'em out
and into a trap so they can shoot 'em dead.

John came to town, walked in to the saloon,
saw the marshall eatin' lunch. Baked beans, sollie belly
and a tun of brew.
He saw his chance to be a man, he'd always been a little
boy in the clan.
He wipped his sweat of his hands and said:
- Hey scumbag, this town ain't big enough for the two of us.
You killed my two brothers and now it's your time to kiss the dust.
Get ready to slap leather.

But before John even cleared his holster,
the marshall have filled him with so much lead,
it took six strong men to carry him out.
Mike Monroe finished his meal, reloaded his gun, gathered his men and said:
- It's time to finish the McKenzies once and for all.

The McKenzie brothers may hell be your home.
The McKenzie brothers the end of your terrordome.

The McKenzie brothers may hell be your home.
The McKenzie brothers the end of your terrordome.