Claim Jumpin' Christopher

The Sacramento gals ain't cheap
Gold digging around around around
With Christopher, they refuse to sleep
For ain't no gold he found

Ol' Arkansas Chuck, he had some luck
Panning around around around
Found some gold in the river muck
As he was sifting it around

Chris loads up his forty-four
Chamber spinning round around around
And he ain't gonna be poor no more
When Arkansas Chuck comes around

No frankincense or myrrh
Claim Jumpin' Christopher
There's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento

Ol' Arkansas ain't have time to draw
He hit the ground the ground the ground
Christopher just took it all
And fired another round

Those Levi jeans are awful clean
Chuck's breath slowing down, down, down
But I think they look better on me
Arkansas never made another sound

Chris felt no shame and jumped Chuck's claim
Panning around around around
And this is where he earns his name
He kept claim jumpin' around

No frankincense or myrrh
Claim Jumpin' Christopher
There's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento

Chris' golden ore grew more and more
Counting the pounds the pounds the pounds
He loaded up for the last big score
To retire to whoring around

Henry's bank seemed an easy take
The gold is in mounds and mounds and mounds
Christopher made his last mistake
Took the slow road into town

No frankincense or myrrh
Claim Jumpin' Christopher
There's plenty of gold
So I've been told
In Henry's Bank of California

The Claim Jumpin' Gang is on its way
They're riding towards town towards town towards town
"This will be his final day
"Let's take this asshole down"

Before Chris could dismount his horse
Henry's holding his ground his ground his ground
They shot Chris dead with no remorse
Farewell claim jumpin' clown

No frankincense or myrrh
Claim Jumpin' Christopher
But there ain't no gold
So I've been told
Paving the streets for a deceased sinner



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Writer(s): Jacob Middleton
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