Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song California Kid, artist - Beat Farmers. Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
California Kid |
| I rode into town on a crippled horse |
| Got fired from a cattle drive up north |
| The ropes of the gallows were swingin' in the breeze |
| All the Wanted Posters had pictures of me |
| I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side |
| I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die |
| Tied what was left of my horse to a hitch |
| Walked into a saloon, they called the 'Busted Bitch' |
| I ordered up a whiskey, they asked me for my bread |
| I paid him two bits, then I pumped him full of lead |
| I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side |
| I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die |
| A lady of the evening was eyeballing me |
| Staring down from the balcony |
| She walked up to me with gun powder breath |
| The ace of hearts was bleeding from her hip |
| I dragged her upstairs by her lower lip |
| I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side |
| I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die |
| She undid my boots, she untied my jeans |
| She untied my tubes I had tied in my teens |
| 'bout that time the front door was kicked in |
| And there stood some scumball all covered in sin |
| He said «that's my woman» I said «that's no lie» |
| I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky |
| I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side |
| I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die |
| I’m the California Kid, I hope you’re quite prepared to die |