Fat Chance Dupree
Had it in for me
The cause of which I never could divine
Well they say it had to be
Some kind of fear or jealousy
Anyhow, I did not see it at the time

Now Fat Chance Dupree
Was a trapper same as me
Could have been a reason I suppose
In the winter he'd come down
From his mountain hunting grounds
But I never wanted any part of those

But who knows why
I wish I knew
We feel the things we feel
Do the things we do
Yeah who knows why
I wish I knew
We feel the things we feel
Do the things we do

Kitty Mary used to come around
The most beautiful woman in town
We'd keep each other happy now and then
She did let fall that Chance Dupree
Might try to waylay me
In the cottonwoods down by the river bend

I thought: Come on if you're comin'
Come on Fats
Come on if you're comin'
Good luck with that

Now Fat Chance Dupree
Was lying in wait for me
Which I took to be considerable unkind
I took his weapon from his hand
Which made him understand
He should not have took the path he had in mind

But who knows why
I wish I knew
We feel the things we feel
Do the things we do
Yeah who knows why
I wish I knew
We feel the things we feel
Do the things we do