My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the G.M of a Tractor Supply
Well-acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Hey, hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen Roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing (hey-hey)
In the shadows I could hear archaic Spanish phrases (hey-hey)
The preacher stood up from his table, in his right hand he held a bible (hey-hey)
And in his left, the business end of a Winchester rifle
I prayed for courage, I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene