(Bob Duncan, Jeff Durrill) Well, they're rompin' down in Austin And they call it "Western Swing" They even wrote a song that says "Bob Wills is still
I feel like I'm not wanted here and I wonder what I'm living for discerning eyes are burning me they make me feel like an outlaw Do you need a uniform
Black streak on the boulevard Another place they don't let you stay White rain fallin' cold and hard Gotta get through it anyway Try to be what you wanna
Live or die, stand or run Shoot 'em down, smoking gun In the time it takes to tell Another dreamer sent to hell Just like movies, time to move Bad gunslinger
Down below the border He robbed a bank in Mexico Half crazed on tequila He had a, half million in gold There's thunder in the ground And he could hear
Live or die, stand or run, shoot ?em down, smoking gun. In the time it takes to tell, another dreamer sent to hell. Just like movies, time to move, bad
(David Coverdale, Jon Lord & Bernie Marsden) When I left my home I was not much more than a child, My mother started crying She knew that I was born
There's a village inland from the shore that might be misinformed I'm the blame for murder and discourse, I can't help thinkin: I don't know what it is
Terrorize, prophesize Small town any place Prodigal son, hey loyal to none He had it all to say Renegade from another world Child, he was the wild one
Well just the other day I was drivin' down the road And I thought I'd turned on my country radio Well I didn't recognize a single song Or none of the
So your boots, theyre old and dusty & lying down on the floor And a candlelight, its burnin outside your door And youre gonna keep staying single, man
Nobody move I got the Six shooter fully loaded, Finger like an automatic, bout ta let it fuckin go, And take a bunch of lives, and I ain't leavin till
Black streak on the boulevard Another place they don't let you stay White rain fallin' cold-n-hard Gotta get thru it anyway Try to be what ya wanna be
[Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow
I'm a stranger in town and my guns never cold I'm a gambler so bet on your life You'll never live to grow old I deal in lead I won't step aside Where
Two faces Playing with my trust in you You cover all your traces And watch me relax with you Insidious Creep away and do your deal Return what you think
Graffiti on the overpass skidmarks on the road Things I grew up doing I never did outgrow In the middle of those running years she walked into my life