Burst into the saloon thick with smoke and guitar, meetin' my old friend Jack Daniels, he's lined up on the bar. Charcoal filtered dynamite might end up on my ass, down thos shots of whiskey and then I'll chew the glass. Might get caught up in a barfight, but it won't mean shit anyway, cause get beat down or beat you up, I won't remember a thing next day.

Shotglass full of whiskey, I'll slam it down well. Shotgun cocked and loaded with a story to tell. Shot dead in the gutter and I'm sent straight to hell.

Roam highways and byways in my old pickup truck, gun rack in the window holds my mossberg pump. I got the devil ridin' shotgun and we're out an a binge, deliverin' a hot lead injection from a 12 gauge syringe. The original night riders cruisin' through your ghetto town, see your teeth and eyes shine in the dark and gun ol' uncle Remus down.

Shotglass full of whiskey, I'll slam it down well. Shotgun cocked and loaded with a story to tell. Shot dead in the gutter and I'm sent straight to hell.

Gone to wrack and ruin ought to take more care than this, cause I spit tab every mornin' and it's bleeding when I piss. I never claimed to be the best or brightest of our kind, but I kept the fire burnin' in my heart and in my mind and when the lawmen come tryin' to write the last page of my story with a cuss on my tongue and a gun in my hand I'm goin' out in blaze of glory.

Shotglass full of whiskey, I'll slam it down well. Shotgun cocked and loaded with a story to tell. Shot dead in the gutter and I'm sent straight to hell. So I don't give a damn if my friends are there as well…