Ballad of Tater Peeler Lyrics

They say out in the badlands, there's a man you don't cross

He's quicker than a rattler and sharper than his own blade

Folks call him the Tater Peeler

Why? Well, you'll see soon enough

He rolled into town on a dusty bay mare

With a steel in his gaze and a knife in the air

The barkeep stammered, the gamblers froze

As he peeled a potato with a single stroke

Oh, the Tater Peeler rides alone

A blade in his hand, a legend well-known

Spuds or scoundrels, he's cut 'em all down

The sharpest outlaw in the West's rough towns

Now, they say his blade was forged in the fires of hell

Sharper than the tongue of a preacher's wife

And if you thought his peeling skills were deadly

Well, friend, you didn't wanna see his aim

Once in El Dorado, he took on a gang

Twelve mean hombres with six-shooters that sang

But his hand was faster, his aim was keen

He sliced their bullets clean in a shimmering scene

Oh, the Tater Peeler rides alone

A blade in his hand, a legend well-known

Spuds or scoundrels, he's cut 'em all down

The sharpest outlaw in the West's rough towns

Sheriff Wyatt once tried to bring him in

Said, "A man like you's committed plenty of sin."

But when he saw him peel a spud for a widow's stew

He tipped his hat and said, "I'd do the same, too."

The Tater Peeler's name spread far and wide

From the plains of Texas to the Great Divide

But where he is now, no one can tell

Some say he's peeling in heaven; others swear it's hell

Oh, the Tater Peeler rides alone

A blade in his hand, a legend well-known

Spuds or scoundrels, he's cut 'em all down

The sharpest outlaw in the West's rough towns

So next time you see a spud skinned clean as a whistle

Or hear the faint whir of steel in the wind

You'll know he's still out there

The Tater Peeler never stops