Winchester's Gun

That hallway of fire crackles like a cannon

She jumps up with powder on her face

Laundry on the line like flags in the wind

Take cover the cavalry’s coming in

The cavalry’s coming in

Like a jackrabbit looking for a hole to hide from the devil in the desert sun

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

Little brown squirrel with a rattle on his tail got him tripped up on his tongue

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

Each creak in the stud is a stampede in the hall

She ducks behind her Tiffany stained glass

She hears the bugle ring as that last soldier falls

The lead is peeling off the walls

It’s peeling off the walls

Like a jackrabbit looking for a hole to hide from the devil in the desert sun

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

Little brown squirrel with a rattle on his tail got him tripped up on his tongue

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

Like a jackrabbit looking for a hole to hide from the devil in the desert sun

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

Little brown squirrel with a rattle on his tail got him tripped up on his tongue

You can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun

No you can’t outrun old Winchester’s gun