Dan Bull - Red Dead Redemption lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Red Dead Redemption lyrics]
Fresh for 1911, you suckas!
Listen, I got a story to tell
His name was John Marston
A hard un former outlaw taken by the FBI
So what they let him out for?
They wanted him to scout where
His old gang hanged
And help them to see that his old gang hanged
They were a rag tag
Band ravaging the badlands
There was only one way that
This'd end: Bang! Bang!
Found Bill Williamson at Fort Mercer
Met the wrong end of his gun
Could call it murder but Marston was found
Dying parched on the ground
By the bonniest farmer around:
Bonnie MacFarlane and now
John in his honour did odd jobs
With her father and helped
Looped lassos lobbed and fires put out
Riding the finest mount, got to explore
Living the life that he liked
In the great outdoors
Ambushing, hunting, trapping
Interrupting public hangings
Such a bunch of random
Encounters and misunderstandings
But, I'm not done with rambling
And John's not done with gambling
Dueling, looking out for bounties
Pulling plants and fully handling
Any damn business this district
Could imagine witnessing
Hanging with Dickens, Harold, Landon Ricketts
Attacking antagonists from henchmen
To the head, the boss
From van der Linde, Allende to Edgar Ross
Enter Dead Eye, whereby time kinda stops
Then many enemies get shot, a lot
Guns cocked and locked
One shot could stop an ox
Options? Not a lot they've got to drop
'Cos they're chock a block with bullet
Holes like dot to dot
Those watching are like "What the fock?!"
Got their attention
That's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Got your attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Red Dead Redemption red Dead Redemption
Red Dead Redemption red Dead Redemption
Listen, I got a story to tell
His name was John Marston
A hard un former outlaw taken by the FBI
So what they let him out for?
They wanted him to scout where
His old gang hanged
And help them to see that his old gang hanged
They were a rag tag
Band ravaging the badlands
There was only one way that
This'd end: Bang! Bang!
Found Bill Williamson at Fort Mercer
Met the wrong end of his gun
Could call it murder but Marston was found
Dying parched on the ground
By the bonniest farmer around:
Bonnie MacFarlane and now
John in his honour did odd jobs
With her father and helped
Looped lassos lobbed and fires put out
Riding the finest mount, got to explore
Living the life that he liked
In the great outdoors
Ambushing, hunting, trapping
Interrupting public hangings
Such a bunch of random
Encounters and misunderstandings
But, I'm not done with rambling
And John's not done with gambling
Dueling, looking out for bounties
Pulling plants and fully handling
Any damn business this district
Could imagine witnessing
Hanging with Dickens, Harold, Landon Ricketts
Attacking antagonists from henchmen
To the head, the boss
From van der Linde, Allende to Edgar Ross
Enter Dead Eye, whereby time kinda stops
Then many enemies get shot, a lot
Guns cocked and locked
One shot could stop an ox
Options? Not a lot they've got to drop
'Cos they're chock a block with bullet
Holes like dot to dot
Those watching are like "What the fock?!"
Got their attention
That's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Got your attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Red Dead Redemption red Dead Redemption
Red Dead Redemption red Dead Redemption