GUNSLINGER

Duration

3:30

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

GUNSLINGER Sit’n on my saddle, through-out this wild land I will roam I got my pistol on my side a wanted man in my mind, i’m looking for My babies are real small, helping out their ma, back at home The winters have been tough, food is not enough anymore WOA HO HO...My mamma said I could have been a singer WOA HO HO...My papa said I could have been a writer WOA HO HO...But i’m a gunslinger, lord please help me As I ride into town the tumbleweeds blow away A shot of whisky at the bar, helps me get through the day Out of the corner of my eye in a long black coat he stood tall If Im gonna feed my kids then Black-Jack bill has gotta fall WOA HO HO...My mamma said I could have bee a teacher WOA HO HO...My papa said I could have been a preacher WOA HO HO...But i’m a gunslinger, lord please help me --------As I stare into his eyes, he draws down for his life --------With just seconds to spare and standing a few feet apart -------- his bullet miss’s me but mine sinks deep into his heart WOA HO HO...My mamma said I could have been dancer WOA HO HO...My papa said I could have been a rancher WOA HO HO...But i’m a gunslinger, lord please help me