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• Artiste: Casey Baker And The Buffalo Sinners
• Titre: Firearm
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I was standing at the side of the road with my thumb towards the sky and I'll go which ever way the wind blows I've got patients I've got time This alcomino pulls aside the driver yells "hey let's go" I roll the Window down to cope with his cigarette smoke His eyes were tired his faced was lined His voice was coarse while he spoke He asked me if I ever learned to shoot a firearm and I remeber as I was just a boy playing shot 'em up We'd be makin' so much noise we were cowboys we were indians we were playin' with toys it was the first time i wrapped my fingers round a firearm and as were driving down this long road His questions soon revealed a plot He said I'm heading west to Yellowstone boy I'm runnin' from the law the sheriff back home got a warrant out for my arrest The girl I knew she was a tramp I put her to the test seven rounds into her lover saved the last one for her chest never thought I would be the type to shoot a firearm and I remeber as I was just a boy playing shot 'em up We'd be makin' so much noise we were cowboys we were indians we were playin' with toys it was the first time i wrapped my fingers round a firearm Bodies of forbidden lover in the trunk of his car heading west to yellowstone, we drove until it got dark Thats when we saw the flashing lights behind us cops were not to far From the Glove box thats when he pulled out a firearm and through the evergreens this dusty narrow road did wind heading the top of the highest discarment we could find over the edge the alcomino drove the four of us inside shoulda been afaird of heights instead of firearms and I remeber as I was just a boy playing shot 'em up We'd be makin' so much noise we were cowboys we were indians we were playin' with toys it was the first time i wrapped my fingers round a firearm