Six Shootin' Son of a Gun

Holding my ticket for a one-way trip on down to the Rio Grande

After last night, holding on to king-high gave me a winning hand

The pot made me a wealthy man

I'd soon be living beyond my means

But in my light came the darkness of the night

In some form of bad company

He eye'd me down from behind his hat

He shot daggers into my soul

Fingers twitching right by his side

I could feel his stare going cold

"I ain't looking for trouble"

I said while gripping my winnings tight

He didn't budge, I got a hunch I better leave before a firefight

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you spend your last day under the sun

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you're shot down by that Six Shootin' Son of a Gun

Ain't no easy way out, I'm in outlaw hunting grounds

Guess I should've stayed in my lane

I'd rather risk getting taken out like this

Than work my 9 to 5 ball and chain

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you spend your last day under the sun

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you're shot down by that Six Shootin' Son of a Gun

I took off running in a full on sprint

Hindsight 20 20 should've taken the hint

When they told me, stay away from that dusty bar

Shots rang out right above my head

I knew that outlaw wanted me dead

And getting shot down tonight wasn't in the cards

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you spend your last day under the sun

Boy, you better run, you better run

Before you're shot down by that Six Shootin' Son of a Gun

Oh, you better run boy!