Nemec was a hoot.
Grandpappy told my pappy back in my day, "Son,
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done."
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree,
Round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street
For all the people to see
............
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing, "Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses."