Troy Kingi - Tumble Weed & Spurs lyrics
[Troy Kingi - Tumble Weed & Spurs lyrics]
A puff of smoke coming from his pipe and
It's greeting the rafters
Little Jimmy to his right
Laughing like the owner of a
Flat batteried smoke alarm
Through the sweat trickle on his pipe
Frankie bet his last nickel
Now whiskey downing Bobby laid the challenge
He laid the challenge for you
Tumbleweed will blow
And the spurs will lay the law
Let what comes through the saloon door
Stay in the saloon door
And he pulled out his guns and said
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
Bobby won the gamе
He wasn’t drunk he just pulled out
His fakin' drunkin' mastеr bluff
Little Jimmy out of his league again
He felt like a spit bucket
With 1000 spit's in it
The green-eyed monster reared it's ugly head
Frankie's last nickel was his last straw
Hey Bobby I'm gonna shoot you
Let's take this outside
Like real men let’s have a showdown
Tumbleweed will blow
And the spurs will lay the law
Let what comes through the saloon door
Stay in the saloon door
And he pulled out his guns and said
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
Come smashing through the saloon door
Moment of truth, the winner takes all
Bobby was the quickest to the holster
With immediate glory
His trophy lying the dead on the earth
With his blood running from his veins
His soul rushing to the sky
With a single shot through the heart oh yeah
Skin turn cold skin turn blue
Skin tell the story of a thousand moons, yeah
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
It's greeting the rafters
Little Jimmy to his right
Laughing like the owner of a
Flat batteried smoke alarm
Through the sweat trickle on his pipe
Frankie bet his last nickel
Now whiskey downing Bobby laid the challenge
He laid the challenge for you
Tumbleweed will blow
And the spurs will lay the law
Let what comes through the saloon door
Stay in the saloon door
And he pulled out his guns and said
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
Bobby won the gamе
He wasn’t drunk he just pulled out
His fakin' drunkin' mastеr bluff
Little Jimmy out of his league again
He felt like a spit bucket
With 1000 spit's in it
The green-eyed monster reared it's ugly head
Frankie's last nickel was his last straw
Hey Bobby I'm gonna shoot you
Let's take this outside
Like real men let’s have a showdown
Tumbleweed will blow
And the spurs will lay the law
Let what comes through the saloon door
Stay in the saloon door
And he pulled out his guns and said
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
Come smashing through the saloon door
Moment of truth, the winner takes all
Bobby was the quickest to the holster
With immediate glory
His trophy lying the dead on the earth
With his blood running from his veins
His soul rushing to the sky
With a single shot through the heart oh yeah
Skin turn cold skin turn blue
Skin tell the story of a thousand moons, yeah
"This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah"
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah
This town ain't big enough for
The two of us, oh yeah