...Turned to Wyatt Earp, ashamed and pale.

The story:

To be honest, it was a local bartender named Bill who'd misheard this lyric; to this day I regret having been unable to contain myself when he recited what he thought was the correct lyric in an attempt to have help identifying the song--I laughed out loud, right in his face, then corrected him. In retrospect, I'd rather have been more diplomatic, but, hey--it was funny.