Doc Holiday

Slick son of a gun, living life so reckless

I'm in a mini white Urban and I say to my Texans

Gotta know when to hold 'em, gotta know when to fold 'em

Call me Doc Holiday, come and get a gambler from Georgia

Just call me Doc, I ain't with the law

Just shootin' whiskey and chewin' jaw

When the shit goes down, yeah I'm down to draw

Just me and Earp against all of y'all

Town to town, yeah, I'm down brawl

We just load the horses full of alcohol

On the way to Tombstone, 'bout a million to hold

When I hear a gun slingin' I ain't 'bout to fall

I'm the the city where the cowboys show no pitty

Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo on a mission now to get me

Yeah, I might be sick but my gun draw quick

Got the Earth Boys 'bout the draw the six

No Marshall here, but I'm in the mix

O.K. Corral, 'bout to shoot some shit

I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll do the job

Put your name up on a tombstone, dig your grave, I'll stop your climb

Throw that pistol, go to work, see this star up on my shirt

Call me Doc Holiday, put them cowboys in the dirts

I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll do the job

Put your name up on a tombstone, dig your grave, I'll stop your climb

Throw that pistol, go to work, see this star up on my shirt

Call me Doc Holiday, put them cowboys in the dirts

Johnny Ringo here killed a man in Mason

We was headin' to the south of a cowboy nation

Red fled leg had him affiliated

Gunslingin' outlaw, that's my occupation

Met Doc Holiday, I was out in Tombstone

When him and Earth Boys told me not to move wrong

I don't like you, Bubba, 'cause he step to me wrong

Puss on his face 'bout to sing a sad song

Let's start this beef on this dirt road street

Have you spittin' blood when you tryin' to speak

Said you in your prime well I'm in my peak

You need to learn a lesson well I'm here to teach

Well us cowboys here, yeah we show no pity

We just taking money, yeah, we grindin' gritty

Just drinkin' whisky till we get some tips

You know the outlaws here, yeah, we run the city

Listen, Johnny, 'cause I like to play for blood

That's the kind of game where I hit you with a slug

I'm your Hooker Bill, yeah, I do the job

Just once in the head, yeah, I see you drop

I'm a real cowboy, I put you to the stop

Water, my friend, I never flop

I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll do the job

Put your name up on a tombstone, dig your grave, I'll stop your climb

Throw that pistol, go to work, see this star up on my shirt

Call me Doc Holiday, put them cowboys in the dirts

I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll do the job

Put your name up on a tombstone, dig your grave, I'll stop your climb

Throw that pistol, go to work, see this star up on my shirt

Call me Doc Holiday, put them cowboys in the dirts