John Wayne

Riding into town, hat down like it's a western
Sunset sky silhouetted like a picture
Outlaw, lawman, you could say a mixture
And he's another breed when he's sipping that elixir
He'll send you to your maker like you opened up a scripture
Try to pull it on him but you know he's drawing quicker, yea

That's what we grew up on
Western to the bone
We don't ever let it go, we know you doing wrong
You know I'll be your Huckleberry at your Tombstone

I don't gang bang
But my gang hang
On the dirt lane
Ain't afraid to lay the pain
Got some beasts on the reins
Gunslinger, John Wayne

Gunslinger John Wayne
Out of my face
Put you in your damn grave

Yea, cowboy riding six shooter on the hip
Pearl snap shirt, and Ariats for the fit
Gotta cigar on the lip, on his shoulder gotta chip
Got some dogs we gon sic, when the law comes we dip

All the dust flyin
Way behind
You know country boys survive
We don't ever die
It's a way of life

It's a right of passage
It ain't for the masses
If you ain't about it
Then you can't imagine
Ha haaa, nah you can't imagine

I don't gang bang
But my gang hang
On the dirt lane
Ain't afraid to lay the pain
Got some beasts on the reins
Gunslinger, John Wayne

Gunslinger John Wayne
Out of my face
Put you in your damn grave

Gunslinger John Wayne
Out of my face
Put you in your damn grave
Yeaaaaa