Six Shots

She's got six shots in her revolver
And I'm pretty sure all six are for me
Funny to think that somebody's daughter
Could get so mean

Now, I'm in the back of my white Cadillac
I got both hands tied behind my back
I'm wonderin', "Is this woman really gonna be the death of me?"

Sweet, sweet, sweet, retribution
I wish I'd seen you comin', but I didn't see you comin'

Her knuckles are white as she drives through the night
I know, 'cause I know her so well
And I said a prayer, but Saint Peter don't care
Tonight I'm going straight to hell

And I'm in the back of my white Cadillac
I got both hands tied behind my back
I'm thinkin', "This woman is really gonna be the death of me."

Sweet, sweet, sweet, retribution
I wish I'd seen you comin', but I didn't see you coming

Now I feel a chill on the back of my neck
And I hear the click of the hammer
But I'm not gonna cry, 'cause we all gotta die
Sooner or later

Goodbye to my friends, and my hopes, and my fears
Goodbye to my cigarettes, whiskey, and beer
I'm goin' away, and I'm not coming back
(Something) it all fades into black