[Verse 1]
My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes, I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
[Chorus]
I prayed for courage
I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[Post-Chorus]
Hey, hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
[Verse 2]
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job, and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes, I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
[Chorus]
I prayed for courage
I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[Post-Chorus]
Hey, hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
[Verse 2]
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job, and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
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