Dan Bull - Gunslinger lyrics

Listen up, brother
Got a little rhyme for you
But, I gotta tell you i ain't no durn singer
I'm a gunslinger

Who's a better gunslinger?
That's a humdinger
Blood blister on my one finger from triggers
And I don't hunt deer
So chump, here's something I'd like to advise
Better run for your life if you'd
Like to survive in the frontier
It's like you drunk beer
Brain ain't configured
A word to the wise and
Your mind will become clear
Bright as the lights on the
Rides of a fun fair
So come bring your Jesse James
And Billy the Kid
I'll make a mess of their brains
And fill 'em with lead
And I will until every damn villain is dead
Then I'm bringin' the sheriff a
Bag full of their heads
Handlin' any man that is plannin'
To stand in my path
Because I'm heavy handed with every
Bandit I wrangle with and we're in a century
That hasn't any ambulances
So best pack your best brandy and bandages
When I'm rat-a tat tattin' on my gatling guns
The blast attacks faster than
My battlin' puns a LeMat in my one hand
And another in my other
So get runnin' for cover
You would you rather be buggered?
Shots, I'm lickin' off like the
Sugar on my cherry strudel
I'm quick on the draw, call me Mary Doodles
I'm gettin' reward money to bury people
And as a result
I never need to be very frugal
'Less you want your tooth pulled
Pay the dentist i break rackets as if it's
An angry game of tennis
Don't hate the player, no, hate the business
I make a livin' from
Wanted posters: Jay McGuiness

Forget a hook i ain't no durn singer
Brother, look i'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook i ain't no durn singer
Brother, look

I'm just gonna get some dynamite and
Then I'll light my pipe
And when the timing's right
I'll set the skies alight
Kind of like Juarez calls for Silas Greaves
To make you fall like a pile of leaves
Shootin' line after line after
Line of thieves and I've touched more gold
Than a miner's sleeves
When I wield dual revolvers
You'll feel the coldness
Once in a blue moon, I'm using my holsters
Shootin' my Colt, I'm too skilled to falter
Is it any wonder saloons here are closed?
When you bring a whole
Platoon filled with soldiers
I barbecue fools, a new meal for vultures
High noon, we're overdue for elevenses
I left the saloon
It was strewn with your severed limbs
Bringin' just a shoe to a shootout
To kick your booty so brutally
You'll never get my boot out

Forget a hook i ain't no durn singer
Brother, look i'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook i ain't no durn singer
Brother, look i'm just a gunslinger

I'm just a mean-ass gunslinger
And I guess that's all I'll ever be
But lemme tell you
That's all I ever wanna be
A mean-ass gunslinger, pardner
Beg your pardon, ma'am