And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I’m low as a paid assassin is
You know I’m cold as a hired sword
So I turned around and 40,000 headmen hit the dirt:
Firing twenty shotguns each, and, man, that really hurt.
Fortunately for me they had to stop and then reload…
I said, shotgun
Shoot 'em 'fore they run now
Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you’re holdin’ in your hand.
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
He’s a humdinger, a western swinger
But he has a little trouble with his trigger finger
When he takes aim it’s anybody’s guess,
He’s the Shakiest Gun in the West.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Takes a second to say goodbye, say goodbye, oh, oh, oh
It takes a second to say goodbye, say goodbye, oh, oh, oh
Say bye bye…
Where you going to now?
And everybody knew, ya didn’t give no lip to Big John
(Big John, Big John)
Big wheel keep on toinin’,
Proud Mary keep on boinin’
Rollin’ (rollin’) rollin’ (rollin’)
Rollin’ on the river (rollin’ on the river).
The captain told us to ford a river,
That’s how it all begun.
We were – knee deep in the Big Muddy,
But the big fool said to push on.
Only one thing I did wrong
I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
You’ve been so long
Well it’s been so long
And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out fire with gasoline
It won’t be long yeh, yeh, yeh
It won’t be long yeh, yeh, yeh
It won’t be long yeh, till I belong to you
The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be,
The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Many long years ago.
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me
When I’m 64?
So, come on back and see just what you mean to me
I need you
Like the flower needs the rain, you know I need you
Guess I’ll start it all again, you know I need you
Like the winter needs the spring, you know I need you, I need you.
I caught you knockin’ at my cellar door
I love you, baby, can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.
Blood will follow blood
Dying time is here
Damage Incorporated