Whiskey Gunslinger - Extreme Music

Well he flows in town, greasy and drunk

A pen thru a jar to calm down

Shots from the bar, a gunslingers feud

The whisky in the air turned every cowboy insane

You got to shoot him while he’s down, alright

Gunshots and smoke all over town

Mexicans in hiding shot down

Riding in from the west, the devils lost gang

Burned the jail down, while the sheriff was hanged

Always shoot em while they’re down

Well he’s riding thru the night

In shame, and a bullet in his hand, all night

Hog tied in chains

With the sound of a howling wolf in pain

As the moon was going down

He should have shot him last night

Well she flows thru town, teary and cold

Looking for her man to come home

The shots from the bar, a gunslingers feud

The whisky in the air turns every cowboy insane

Well you shot your man down