LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBullets In Th Gun
They used to call me lighteningI was always quick to strikeHad everything I ownIn the saddles on my bikeI had a reputationFor never staying very longJust like a wild and restless drifterLike a cowboy in a songI met a darkhaired beautyWhere they lay the whiskey downIn southern arizonaIn a little border townShe had to dance for moneyIn that dusty old saloonI dropped a dollar in the jukeboxPlayed that girl a tune, yeaNever see it comin'Just hits you by surpriseIt's that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesMakes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andThe bullets in the gunShe was sittin' on my lapWe still had shots to killWhen a man pulled upWho owned the barIn a cadillac devilleHe grabbed her by her raven hairAnd threw her on the floorSaid no free ride for the cowboyThat aint' what I pay you forShe jumped up and grabbed my pistolStuck it in the fat man's backSaid open up the safeAnd put your money in the sackThen tied his hands behind himAnd blindfolded his eyesSaid if you're dumb enough to chase us manYou're dumb enough to dieNever see it comin'Just hits you by surpriseIt's that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesMakes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andThe bullets in the gunWe rode across the borderDown into mexicoWhen you're runnin' from the lawAin't that where everybody goesWe came upon a townWith a name I couldn't spellShe gave me what I came forIn that mexican motelI woke up to sirensAnd the sound of running feet50 Federales locked and loaded in the streetShe grabbed my 44I grabbed the money in the sackI kissed her for the last timeAnd we headed out the backThey were almost on usAnd every heartbeat poundedThe only thing that's left to doWhen they got you all surroundedShe fired that old pistolBut we didn't stand a prayerMoney hit the gravelMan, bullets filled the airNever see it comin'Just hits you by surpriseIt's that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesMakes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andThe bullets in the gun
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