Jim Reeves – The Fools Paradise (Guitar)

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As I write this letter, to you darlin'

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I can't hold, the teardrops from my eyes

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For at sundown, I will lay-a-dyin'

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At the door, of the Fool's Paradise

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Rode into this cattle town, this mornin'

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Left my herd, to check the market price

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And I walked into, the nearest bar room

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They called it: The Fool's Paradise

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There the crowd was gay and girls were dancin'

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And the men, were playin' cards and dice

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So I stepped up to the bar, to join them

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What a grand place, this Fool's Paradise

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It was then, I showed to them your picture

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I passed it around, once or twice

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Then a man insulted, your sweet honor

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At the bar, of the Fool's Paradise

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So I slapped his face and I told him

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I say's you eat them words Mister, or draw, that's my advice

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And he said: "Well, somebody might get hurt inside"

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"But I'll be glad, to meet you in the street at sundown"

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"At sundown, in front of the Fool's Paradise

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So goodbye my darlin', may God bless you

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I go, to make this sacrifice

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And if ever you visit, old Dodge City

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Remember, the Fool's Paradise