A Quick Death In Texas کے بول

My nasty Yankee mannerisms Didn't jive with the local traditions How was I to know she had a jealous husband? He was the G.M 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 (hey-hey) In the shadows I could hear archaic Spanish phrases (hey-hey) The preacher stood up from his table, in his right hand he held a bible (hey-hey) 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 Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene