Karaoké A Quick Death in Texas Clutch

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 protection

But now I'm prayin' for a quick death in Texas

Please forgive me

Mister 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 protection

But now I'm prayin' for a quick death in Texas

The saloon doors stopped swingin'

The piano player stopped playin'

In the shadows

I could hear archaic Spanish phrases

The preacher stood up from his table

In his right hand he held a bible

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 protection

But now I'm prayin' 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