Born of the Barrel (Of a colt .45) (feat. Karen Dobson) [Radio Edit]

The lights dimming between the trees
It's getting harder to see
Careless whispers on the breeze
The lights dimming between the trees
Mounted police they're onto me
Screamin' cars racing through the streets
Put a finger up to the breeze
One last breath then I squeeze

One shot rings out in the night
Birds are panicked into flight
Making a getaway by moon light
One shot rings out in the night

Got to flee no time to be careful
Into the dark like a werewolf
Say a prayer for a fallen rival
It's a matter of my survival

One shot rings out in the night
Birds are panicked into flight
Making a getaway by moon light
One shot rings out in the night

I was born of the barrel of a colt forty five
Running from the law was my only vice
Would it be by day or be by night
I was born of the barrel of a colt forty five

I can feel someone watching me
Banshees in the night they shriek and scream
They put a bullet in me now I bleed
Tumbling out the back door on my hands and knees
My 67 Chevy ball'a fire
Trying to stay awake a few more miles
Cross the forty ninth is my desire
And Lift this bad mother higher

One shot rings out in the night
Birds are panicked into flight
Making a getaway by moon light
One shot rings out in the night
One shot rings out in the night
Birds are panicked into flight
Blue and whites flashing in the streets
Mounted police they can't find me me