The Kubes - Death Rides a Horse Lyrics

I come home late one night, and you're there with another man
You say I'm not good enough baby, but I'm doing the best I can
You screamed and you cried and I told him to go
He was packing all his bags and he was doing it real slow
I pulled out my gun and I put it to his head
I told him to say a prayer 'cause he was already dead
There's many times we've been alone, and many times we've cried
Plenty more shots to take before you, up and die
I held her close, and I told her it'd be okay
I grabbed my silver .44 and I blew that bitch away
The gunshot rang fast and loud, and it was time for me to go
I be goin' fast and that 12 be goin' slow