Locking Horns

Duration

5:10

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

I’ve heard his name as he’s run his mouth just as the fallen do Short tempered with a brawler’s build…He’s not one to suffer fools Many times we drank together. The same circles in a cutthroat scene But now the Devil had better watch his back. I’ve no fear to see this through. Heavy on the slander makes this seem so unavoidable His talking trash makes me laugh when I think about what I will do He eyes me up with arrogance so we decide it’d be best to step outside His first blow lands clean and true as his tails swings and bloodies my thigh I wince hard but I grab his horns and pull hard with all my might Sent flying but not without my prize, a broken horn in my hand held tight He downs his head and it’s agreed we settle this over shots of whiskey Scotch makes for a hard mans drink but never once do I let him see me flinch One down with many more to go and we’re both better beasts for having gone through this It’s said how you ride out is as important as how you rode in Locking horns has made us well but he’d best not forget, no, no not forget A broken horn filled high with ale and I toast this one goes out to hell The devil won’t soon forget My laughing in the face of hell