A Quick Death in Texas
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My nasty Yankee mannerisms Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing
In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
The preacher stood up from his table In his right hand he held a bible
And in his left, the business end Of a Winchester rifle
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing
In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
The preacher stood up from his table In his right hand he held a bible
And in his left, the business end Of a Winchester rifle
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.39] My nasty Yankee mannerisms Didn't jive with the local traditions
[00:20.51] How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
[00:29.61] He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
[00:46.68] I prayed for courage I prayed for love
[00:51.85] I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
[00:57.15] I prayed to know divine protections
[01:02.33] But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[01:12.19] Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
[01:16.41] I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
[01:22.19] In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
[01:27.19] I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
[01:35.97] I found myself atop a stolen roan
[01:42.35] Quite convinced that I would never see home
[01:47.34] And all on account of my lack of common manners
[02:20.22] The saloon doors stopped swinging
[02:35.42] The piano player stopped playing
[02:38.33] In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
[02:43.46] The preacher stood up from his table In his right hand he held a bible
[02:48.39] And in his left, the business end Of a Winchester rifle
[03:08.98] Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
[03:55.49]
[00:20.51] How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
[00:29.61] He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
[00:46.68] I prayed for courage I prayed for love
[00:51.85] I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
[00:57.15] I prayed to know divine protections
[01:02.33] But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[01:12.19] Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
[01:16.41] I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
[01:22.19] In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
[01:27.19] I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
[01:35.97] I found myself atop a stolen roan
[01:42.35] Quite convinced that I would never see home
[01:47.34] And all on account of my lack of common manners
[02:20.22] The saloon doors stopped swinging
[02:35.42] The piano player stopped playing
[02:38.33] In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases
[02:43.46] The preacher stood up from his table In his right hand he held a bible
[02:48.39] And in his left, the business end Of a Winchester rifle
[03:08.98] Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
[03:55.49]