How the Midwest Was Won

I've got my eyes set west
Just like your back pressed hard against my bed
I'm writing off our dead end story
And I'm wearing down this conversation
You're drunk, but no relation
And I won't be here when you sober up

I've got these friends by my side
And I'm leaving this all behind
No, I'm not worried
You're just the same old story, sorry but I'm over you

We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast
To the outlaws that we call friends
We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast to when we draw
Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip

Shoot from the hip
We draw first blood
To make you a man (or a bodybag)
Ten paces on my count

I've got these friends by my side
And I'm leaving this all behind
No, I'm not worried
You're just the same old story, sorry but I'm over you

We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast
To the outlaws that we call friends
We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast to when we draw
Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip

Bullets in the back you never had
And I've still got my friends,
And another for the back of your head
Bullets in the back you never had
And I've still got my friends,
And another one for...

We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast
To the outlaws that we call friends
We've got our eyes set west
So drink up and place your bets
Here's a toast, here's a toast to when we draw
Aim for the heart

To when we draw - shoot from the hip



Credits
Writer(s): J. Fuerst, J. Jacobs, K. Nickolov, M. Benyoussef, W. Hunt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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