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 GM 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 protections

But now I’m praying for a quick death in Texas

Hey, hey

Please forgive me, Mr. 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 protections

But now I’m praying for a quick death in Texas

The saloon doors stopped swinging

The piano player stopped playing (Hey, hey)

In the shadows I could hear

Archaic Spanish phrases (Hey, hey)

The preacher stood up from his table

In his right hand he held a bible (Hey, hey)

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 protections

But now I’m praying 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