Well, I dont know how I ever got here
Leanin against this wall
A blindfold stretched from ear to ear
as I hear her yell out the call,
Boys steady your rifles high,
and use a steady eye.
Put that bullet right through his heart
Let his soul watch him die.
And if the whiskey dont kill me,
I bet that my heart did.
A series of bangs and a lot of smoke
left me lying in the dirt.
Booze on my breath and blood on my shirt
but for some reason it didnt hurt.
I knew right then that they had mmissed,
but they shot me in the chest.
Had no conclusions, no not one guess
for the marksmen were the best.
If the whiskey dont kill me,
I bet that my heart did.
Then they left me thinking that I had died,
Lying there on my side.
Giving your heart – it is suicide,
But this time, it kept me alive.
So she stole my heart and rode away.
Thats how the story goes.
She still has it to this day,
But I still dont think she knows.
And if the whiskey dont kill me,
I bet that my heart did.