Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullets In The Gun, artist - Toby Keith. Album song Bullets In The Gun, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 03.10.2010
Record label: Show Dog, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Bullets In The Gun |
They used to call me lightening |
I was always quick to strike |
Had everything I own |
In the saddles on my bike |
I had a reputation |
For never staying very long |
Just like a wild and restless drifter |
Like a cowboy in a song |
I met a darkhaired beauty |
Where they lay the whiskey down |
In southern Arizona |
In a little border town |
She had to dance for money |
In that dusty old saloon |
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox |
Played that girl a tune, yea |
Never see it comin' |
Just hits you by surprise |
It’s that cold place in your soul |
And the fire in her eyes |
Makes you come together |
Like wild horses when they run |
Now the cards are on the table and |
The bullets in the gun |
She was sittin' on my lap |
We still had shots to kill |
When a man pulled up Who owned the bar |
In a cadillac deville |
He grabbed her by her raven hair |
And threw her on the floor |
Said no free ride for the cowboy |
That aint' what I pay you for |
She jumped up and grabbed my pistol |
Stuck it in the fat man’s back |
Said open up the safe |
And put your money in the sack |
Then tied his hands behind him |
And blindfolded his eyes |
Said if you’re dumb enough to chase us man |
You’re dumb enough to die |
Never see it comin' |
Just hits you by surprise |
It’s that cold place in your soul |
And the fire in her eyes |
Makes you come together |
Like wild horses when they run |
Now the cards are on the table and |
The bullets in the gun |
We rode across the border |
Down into Mexico |
When you’re runnin' from the law |
Ain’t that where everybody goes |
We came to a town |
With a name I couldn’t spell |
She gave me what I came for |
In that Mexican motel |
I woke up to sires |
& the sound of running feet |
50 Federales locked and loaded in the street |
She grabbed my 44 |
I grabbed the money in the sack |
She kissed me for the last time |
And we headed out the back |
Every gun was on us And every heartbeat pounded |
The only thing that’s left to do When they got you all surrounded |
She fired that old pistol |
But we didn’t stand a prayer |
Money hit the gravel |
Man, bullets filled the air |
Never see it comin' |
Just hits you by surprise |
It’s that cold place in your soul |
And the fire in her eyes |
Makes you come together |
Like wild horses when they run |
Now the cards are on the table and |
The bullets in the gun |