Smokin' 45
I've seen the badlands. I've held a whirlwind in my hands.
Slept in the saddle. Whiskey has washed away the sand.
Gamblers who cheated and sheriffs who lied
The last thing they saw, from the dust as they died
Was my smokin' 45... My smokin 45.
Ten thousand dollars. That's what I'm worth dead or alive.
Six loaded chambers. Ten men rode up not one survived.
They've got my name on the telegraph wire.
Dead men's faces and a gun that's for hire.
Gamblers who cheated and sheriffs who lied
The last thing they saw, from the dust as they died
Was my smokin' 45... My smokin 45.
I'm ridin' south to the Mexico line;
Posse behind me and they're makin' good time.
Men with vendettas who shouldn't tried
To reach great fame with a gun at their side
Against my smokin 45... My smokin 45...
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