Well I rode into town just looking for a job
I'm changin' my ways just lookin' for pay, hey
Well a wild young cowboy, wild as the wind
Challenged me to a duel for something I began
So down went his hand for the gun he wore
My challenge was answered not one second more
The wild young cowboy lay dead on the floor
Hey shorty, give me one slug of gin
I'm just lookin' for some work, someone just let me in
Then this cowboy stands up and says we don't like your kind
Pull out your guns, it's time to die
Well that clock strikes 12 and those blazin' guns
My .44 spoke lead and smoke
The man fell down before he could draw his hands
It's always this way, so I never stay
Desert Sky Drifters - Gunsmoke and Gin Lyrics
Desert Sky Drifters - Gunsmoke and Gin Lyrics
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Well I rode into town just looking for a job
I'm changin' my ways just lookin' for pay, hey
Well a wild young cowboy, wild as the wind
Challenged me to a duel for something I began
So down went his hand for the gun he wore
My challenge was answered not one second more
The wild young cowboy lay dead on the floor
Hey shorty, give me one slug of gin
I'm just lookin' for some work, someone just let me in
Then this cowboy stands up and says we don't like your kind
Pull out your guns, it's time to die
Well that clock strikes 12 and those blazin' guns
My .44 spoke lead and smoke
The man fell down before he could draw his hands
It's always this way, so I never stay
I'm changin' my ways just lookin' for pay, hey
Well a wild young cowboy, wild as the wind
Challenged me to a duel for something I began
So down went his hand for the gun he wore
My challenge was answered not one second more
The wild young cowboy lay dead on the floor
Hey shorty, give me one slug of gin
I'm just lookin' for some work, someone just let me in
Then this cowboy stands up and says we don't like your kind
Pull out your guns, it's time to die
Well that clock strikes 12 and those blazin' guns
My .44 spoke lead and smoke
The man fell down before he could draw his hands
It's always this way, so I never stay
Writer: Justin Haaga
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