My nasty Yankee mannerisms Didn't jive with the local traditions How was I to know she had a jealous husband? He was the GM of a Tractor Supply Well acquainted with the guns and knives Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I 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. Gibbons
I 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 manners
I 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
The saloon doors stopped swinging The piano player stopped playing In the shadows I could hear Archaic Spanish phrases The preacher stood up from his table in his right hand he held a bible And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifle
I 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
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