I carry A bullet in my pocket. Engraved with my own damn name. If I ever loose this bullet. Ill have myself, I have myself to blame. Bartender pour me A tall one. So I can wash away the sand. Bourbons running down my throat. The glass stays empty in my hand. A bullet with my name. Skin cracked from the desert wind. Dusk makes my face look pale. Fill my glass up to the brim. For I got hellhounds on my trail. A bullet with my name. But Im not insane When the reaper comes A calling. Whispering my name. He sure aint hesitating. To feed me to the flames. A bullet with my name. I hear them call my name. The lord has turned his back on me. For Im an evil seed. I cant take back the things Ive done. Im A liar and A cheat. A bullet with my name. So thats why I keep that bullet. Close to my own heart. And pray Ill never loose it. As I drift into the dark. A bullet with my name. With my name... thats right.
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