Bullets In The Gun

They used to call me lightning, I was always quick to strike
 Had everything I own in the saddles on my back
 I had a reputation for never staying very long
 Just like a wild and restless drifter, like a cowboy in a song
 I met a dark-haired beauty where they lay the whiskey down
 In southern Arizona, in a little border town
 She had to dance for money in that dusty old saloon
 I dropped a dollar in the jukebox, played that girl a tune, yeah
 Never see it comin', it just hits you by surprise
 It's that cold place in your soul, and that fire in her eyes
 That makes you come together, like wild horses when they run
 Now the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun, yeah
 She was sittin' on my lap, we still had shots to kill
 When a man pulled up who owned the bar in a Cadillac DeVille
 Grabbed her by her raven hair and threw her in the floor
 Said, "No free rides for the cowboys, that ain't what I pay you for, no"
 She jumped up and grabbed my pistol, stuck it in the fat man's back
 Said, "Open up the safe and put your money in the sack"
 Tied his hands behind him, and put a blindfold on his eyes
 If you're dumb enough to chase us, man, you're dumb enough to die
 Never see it comin', it just hits you by surprise
 It's that cold place in your soul, and that fire in her eyes
 That makes you come together, like wild horses when they run
 Now the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun, yeah
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 We rode across the border, down into Mexico
 When you're runnin' from the law, ain't that where everybody goes?
 We came to a town with a name I couldn't spell
 She gave me what I came for in that Mexican motel
 I woke up to sirens and the sound of running feet
 There were 50 Federales locked and loaded in the street
 She grabbed my 44, I grabbed the money in the sack
 She kissed me for the last time and we headed out the back
 Every gun was on us and every heartbeat pounded
 There's only thing left to do when they got you all surrounded
 She fired that old pistol, but we didn't stand a prayer
 Money hit the gravel, bullets filled the air
 You never see it comin', just hits you by surprise
 It's that cold place in your soul, and that fire in her eyes
 It makes you come together, like wild horses when they run
 Now the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun
 Bullets in the gun
 Bullets in the gun
 Bullets in the gun