It started out like some old western picture show Where the cowboy blazes in through blowing dust and smoke I was riding high on tattered hopes and liquor fumes In the clear she stood with her golden hair and laced up boots
Like a freight train runnin' I was quick draw gunnin'
And when the last sunsets My hat'll be hangin at her back door And when the dust all settles My boots'll be sittin' on her hardwood floor And on the day we die her and I Are going down as the good guys
She saw right through that tough guy look I almost had Guess I wasn't the first bad boy to come across her path Yeah she knew the rails and the trails and the wind that comes and goes I knew girls like her just weren't meant for me to hold
Like a blue sky shining We were off and flying
And when the last sunsets My hat'll be hangin at her back door And when the dust all settles My boots'll be sittin' on her hardwood floor And on the day we die her and I Are going down as the good guys
And when the last sunsets My hat'll be hangin at her back door And when the dust all settles My boots'll be sittin' on her hardwood floor We'll leave 'em stacked up set a couple rocking chairs Sittin' on the front porch We'll even tell 'em our story But you know we'll keep 'em wantin' just a little more And on the day we die her and I Are goin' down as the good guysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
