Yeah, hey, Ive seen the Bad Lands
Ive held a whirlwind in my hand
Slept in the center
Whiskey has washed away the sand, yeah
Gamblers who cheated and sheriffs who lied
The last thing they saw from the death that they died
Was my Smokin 45, my smokin 45
Ten thousand dollars, thats what Im worth dead or alive
Six loaded chambers, ten men rode up not one survived
They got my name on the telegraph wire
Dead mens faces and a gun thats for hire
Gamblers who cheated and Sheriffs who lied
The last thing they saw from the death that they died
Was my smokin 45, my smokin 45, yeah
Im riding south to the Mexico line
Posse behind me and theyre making good time
Men with vendettas, who shouldnt have tried
To reach for quick fame with a gun at their side
Against my smokin 45, my smokin 45, my smokin 45
Im talking about my smokin 45
My smokin 45, smokin 45, smokin 45
Gonna get you, can depend my friend
Gonna get you, dead or alive
My smokin, smokin, smokin 45, yeah