Guitars and Gunshots

Out in the backwoods where the moonshine flows. Got my six string slung

and a .45 loaded low. Running from the law, dodging blue light

chases. Drumming on the porch while the bullets raise faces. Whiskey burning hot

like a lover's wild kiss. Living on the edge, Hell,

I was born for this. Guitars and gunshots. Hey! Ringing through the

night. Twanging steel strings under blood red lights. Outlaw heart beating

with a rebel yell. Guitars and gunshots. Ooh, straight out of

hell, fire up the amp, cock back the hammer.