Ben Armstrong - Baptist Son Lyrics

I really want to be with you
I really want to tell you what to do I'll never tell you the truth
Ooh you're in a trap with me

I really want to be with you I really want to hear you sing the blues
And I will sing them too
Ooh it's a tragedy

Just like my baby said
Once a cowboy lost his head
She swapped ends with a gun
She went riding backwards into the melting sun
That's how the West was won Another Baptist son says
I really want to be with you

She painted the town red
She points a pistol at my head Baby I'm so impressed I guess
But let me get dressed
Just like my baby said once a cowboy lost his head
She swapped ends with a gun
She went riding backwards into the melting sun
That's how the West was won Another Baptist son says I really want to be with you
I really want to be with you