So that man just jumped up pumping From behind like it was nothing Firing shots for glory stories War head gone down in glory Southern boots astompin on a six string Black tooth put the Jaeger in the whisky Watched you go in the shape of a blood spill Shot down in the great southern trend kill Felt my blood start moving Pushing But Nate your fate was soon behind This was no medication This was no medication How was this medication This was no medication How was this medication You overnight frustration You overnight frustration How some they get sensation Just to strut their pretty face God no! I remember the times When we were drinking Now you're not around And it's got me thinking Me and this bottle Are empty inside I never thought angels could die