They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights When the fates dealt your hand of cards Cuz I could blow you right outta the human race At a hundred and fifty yards
I'll never leave a hole when I shoot ya I'll use the holes that you already got And at night I'll bunk down on the soft patch of ground That pops up in your family plot I can make a bullet turn a corner I could put a bullet in a ghost I could send a whole hail up to paradise And pick the halos off the heavenly host
They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights When the fates dealt your hand of cards Cuz I could shoot the eyes off a dragonfly's face At a hundred and fifty yards
I can dodge any bullet that you fire at me I've never taken a hit and never will The one time I ever missed a target It was me that I was trying to kill When I'm alone in my house I keep low to the ground Every window and rat hole is boarded I shot my way in and out of Alcatraz And floated home on the body of the warden
I stood with the Devil in a crowded theater I was just a gun for hire The Devil said "Wait for my signal" And then the Devil shouted "Fire" They say that I will end up in Hell Well, first they gotta put me in the ground But I was told by the Devil himself He's gonna send me someplace further down
They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights When the fates dealt your hand of cards Cuz I could shoot the tears off your widow's face At a hundred and fifty yards
They must've stacked the deck with aces and eights When the fates dealt your hand of cards Cuz I could shoot the cute off your baby's face At a hundred and fifty yardsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
