Fighting and killing and blood stains on carpets,
Shouting and gunning down wenches in markets
Whiskey to boost you and make you grow wings
These are a few of my favourite things
Rounding up cattle and talking real slowly
Actively seeking out actions unholy
Sunsets and horses and spurs that go clink
These are a few of my favourite things
When the sun burns
And the noose chafes
And the sheriff's dead
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel no dread
Black beans and chowder and stew by the fire
Drunken fist-fighting while voices grow higher
Small little pleasures for rough western kings
These are a few of my favourite things
Ponchos and blue jeans and unbuttoned collars
Open street duels for fistfulls of dollars
Cheating in poker, a fat lady sings
These are a few of my favourite things
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