Gringo

Shootout, Bandit, taking whatever I want
I live my life by plunder, might have to put you Six Feet Under
This is my town, don't remember seeing your face around
You must be new around here
Perhaps a little wet behind both ears!
Cuz but of the law I stand on the even side
This Brahma Bull might have to tan your backside
There ain't no where you could ever run and hide
Now it's time to pack your pistol for a gunfight
I'm an Outlaw Marauder like you ain't never seen
Center of your eye, place my bullet in between
Tomorrow High Noon I'll meet you outside
Cowboy I think it's time for you to die!
But of the law I stand on the wrong side
Been wanted in 10 states for most of my life
There ain't a man who can strip me of all my pride
Noose around your neck, I'm going to hang them high
One bullet left my gun
I ain't waiting for tomorrow son
One bullet is all it takes
Round Here death dealer is my name
Cuz I'm the law I stand on the even side
This Brahma Bull might have to tan your backside
Ain't no where you could ever run and hide
Now it's time to pack your pistol for a gunfight
Trash talker, he didn't see it come
There ain't no law for a man who try to take my gun
His eyes grew wide as he turned to run
When my bullet hit him in his babbling tongue
The blood ran out the mouth that fool
When it comes to death I make the fucking rules
He looked at me in total disbelief
Cuz around here there's only room for one chief!
Cuz I'm the law, I stand on the even side
This Brahma Bull might have to tan your backside
Ain't no where you could ever run and hide
Now it's time to pack your pistol for a gunfight...
Oh a gunfight yes...
Yeah gun fight yeahwaaaaaaaahhhhhoooooww



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Writer(s): Tombstone Rebellion
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