Rode up to the bar
Whiskey and cigar
Sittin' 'round the felt, cards were being dealt
When he placed a bet
Threw him deep in debt
So he shot the man, with the winning hand
Fastest draw in town
Shot him, straight to hell
Out that bar a mess
Saddled up and left
Bottles off the shelf
Running from himself
With the law behind, kick that horse and ride
Downed another round
Drank until he drowned
Pistol by his side, died by forty-five
One shot, to put him down
One shot, so make it count
Drew his gun and aimed
Then he shot away
Colt was throwin' lead
Caught one in his head
Dirts 'a crimson red
Poor boy, lying dead
Dylan Somer - One Shot (feat. Grant Newkirk & Dan Petrich) Lyrics
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Rode up to the bar
Whiskey and cigar
Sittin' 'round the felt, cards were being dealt
When he placed a bet
Threw him deep in debt
So he shot the man, with the winning hand
Fastest draw in town
Shot him, straight to hell
Out that bar a mess
Saddled up and left
Bottles off the shelf
Running from himself
With the law behind, kick that horse and ride
Downed another round
Drank until he drowned
Pistol by his side, died by forty-five
One shot, to put him down
One shot, so make it count
Drew his gun and aimed
Then he shot away
Colt was throwin' lead
Caught one in his head
Dirts 'a crimson red
Poor boy, lying dead
Whiskey and cigar
Sittin' 'round the felt, cards were being dealt
When he placed a bet
Threw him deep in debt
So he shot the man, with the winning hand
Fastest draw in town
Shot him, straight to hell
Out that bar a mess
Saddled up and left
Bottles off the shelf
Running from himself
With the law behind, kick that horse and ride
Downed another round
Drank until he drowned
Pistol by his side, died by forty-five
One shot, to put him down
One shot, so make it count
Drew his gun and aimed
Then he shot away
Colt was throwin' lead
Caught one in his head
Dirts 'a crimson red
Poor boy, lying dead
Writer: Dylan Rodriguez
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