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A Quick Death in Texas

My nasty Yankee mannerisms

Didn't jive with the local traditions

How was I to know she had a jealous husband?

He was the G.M of a Tractor Supply

Well-acquainted with the guns and knives

Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammersI 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

Hey, hey

Please forgive me, Mr. GibbonsI 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 mannersI 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 TexasThe saloon doors stopped swinging

The piano player stopped playing (hey-hey)

In the shadows I could hear archaic Spanish phrases (hey-hey)

The preacher stood up from his table, in his right hand he held a bible (hey-hey)

And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifleI 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 TexasBeaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

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