Dust-bowl
High noon
Hot Sun
Down the back bone
Whiskey
You pull it
I can't believe your right hand
Shook you in it
Ten steps plotted underneath my boots
Takin' my time just waitin' on your
Fools-gold
She's a banshee
Gone' catch yourself a cold
With the cards that ya dealt me
Chamber-stock full, all you need is two
One to stun me and the other to prove
Rumor has it you're a gunslinger
Bringin' the broom-tail, black-strap, buffalo fire
Contract killer
Hidin' between all the dreams of the calico queens
Breach-load
Goddamn
All these vultures are ready
To eat again
Redheaded woman all pretty and proud
Kickin' your way through this here town
One step left before ya shoot
Squeeze that trigger, girl
Rumor has it you're a gunslinger
Bringin' the broom-tail, black-strap, buffalo fire
Contract killer
Hidin' between all the dreams
Rumor has it you're a dead ringer
Raisin' the hair on the back of a gentleman's neck
Sideways grinner
Hidin' between all the dreams of the calico queens
Chamber-stock full, all you need is two
One to stun me and the other to prove
That you're a gunslinger
Hidin' between all the dreams of the calico queens