Slingshot

My old man, he's got a shotgun
He's always got someone to outrun
He's wanted by the blue for first-degree
I don't think he knows about me
He lives in a shack, oh, out west
He chops his own wood on his land
He's got a dog, it's dark as can be
My mama told me stories to scare me

I knew a boy he had a slingshot
He causes trouble, never seemed to get caught
He landed in the cage at fourteen
I think he was the same age as me
He broke out when he turned nineteen
Road a bike out west to Calgary
Met a man in a shack with a good old dog
He fed him and taught him how to write some songs

They made a gang and terrorized the west coast
People watched as they burned down the red rose
I heard they got caught on the borderline
Sixteen bullets did their things to take their lives



Credits
Writer(s): Gregor Dobson
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