(This is my second song ever in FL studio so gimme a break if i didnt filter it correctly i have no idea how to do those cute little nuances to make it sound cleaner... but hope you like it anyway :3)


The gun slips from his hand
There is blood on the sand
There's a hole in his chest and emotions spew out
He's a cowboy he's not a man, he trembles he cannot stand
He'd kiss the smoking barrel, but there's blood in his mouth
New chaps cover bloody knees and frustrations of poverty
But with a new town he becomes a new man
But he's still a boy at heart as the bullet tears him apart
What a way for a kid to make a stand.

You're a walking unmarked grave, your best bet is to stay away
Because he's got a bullet with your name on it.
There's a bullet in his belt that just might help
the place in your chest it just might fit.

He's in the prayer position, but nobody's listenin
Bleeding like a dog is no way for a kid to go
So if the sight catches your eye, you best walk on by
you damn desperado!