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