Guns

One of them cowboys, he starts to draw

Well I shot him down, Lord, he never saw

Shot me another, hot damn he won't grow old

In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold

And we high-tailed it down to Mexico

Now I love those cowboys, I love their gold

I love my uncle, God rest his soul

Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know

Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold

And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road