Clutch – A Quick Death In Texas (Guitar)

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My nasty Yankee mannerisms

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Didn't jive with the local traditions

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How was I to know she had a jealous husband?

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He was the GM of a Tractor Supply

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Well acquainted with the guns and knives

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Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers

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I prayed for courage

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I prayed for love

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I prayed for guidance from the heavens above

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I prayed to know divine protections

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But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas

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Hey, hey please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons

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I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon

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In an attempt to cauterize my wounds

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I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected

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I found myself atop a stolen roan

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Quite convinced that I would never see home

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And all on account of my lack of common manners

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I prayed for courage

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I prayed for love

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I prayed for guidance from the heavens above

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I prayed to know divine protections

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But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas

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The saloon doors stopped swinging the piano player stopped playing (Hey, hey)

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In the shadows I could hear archaic Spanish phrases (Hey, hey)

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The preacher stood up from his table in his right hand he held a bible (Hey, hey)

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And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifle

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I prayed for courage

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I prayed for love

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I prayed for guidance from the heavens above

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I prayed to know divine protections

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But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas

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Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

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Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

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Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

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Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

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Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

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Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

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Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me

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Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene