Dewey Wayne - Old No. 7 and a .30-06 | Текст песни

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• Dewey Wayne
• Old No. 7 and a .30-06

I thought I'd grow, like so many I know, into a proud and respectable man
Instead of being here, holding eyes full of fear, acting like the devil's right hand
My Mother gave her warning, "Don't compromise what's right"
But I grew up wrong, I seemed to be drawn, to the darker side of life

The other day, I made my way, to where no honest man would
The Boss himself, hired guns to his left, sat playing five card stud
I laid my money on the table, and I won me a hand or two
Then the Boss dealt me, a fist full of queens, I knew I could not loose

When the cards went down, my heart hit the ground, I had lost everything I own
My money, my car, may daddy's little farm, the only place that I call home
I quickly sank to the bottom, of an ocean of pointed guns
I was a desperate man, with nowhere to stand, and nowhere to run

It's midnight on a Texas highway
I've got a hole in my soul that I know the Lord won't fix
Tonight I might die but I'll die my way
With Old No. 7 and a .30-06

For the next three days, I fed my rage, on a self-destructive dive
No food no sleep, just Jack and speed, got to thinking someone must die
Then I caught the sound of, someone laughing out my name
They had stacked the deck, when I lost my bet, that's when I lost all restrain

I plunged right, into the deluge of night, with dark thoughts in my eyes
There's no way, I'd let him get away, with cheating me out of my life
Then I saw this '35 Deluxe Plymouth in black
That Devil's Ride, beckoned me inside, all I left were tracks

I made one stop, my old hunting spot, and grabbed everything that I need
My hand on the bottle, my foot on the throttle, Springfield across my right knee
Saw that Boss outside his barroom, so I left the car in the woods
From a hundred yards away, I let him see my face, then I dropped him where he stood

It's midnight on a Texas highway
I've got a hole in my soul that I know the Lord won't fix
Tonight I might die but I'll die my way
With Old No. 7 and a .30-06

As I watch the clock, I know I've got, only one thing I can do
He had his gang, and they remain, and they'll hunt me till I'm through
So I grab this eight-ball shifter, and I spin this car around
I'm racing straight, to meet my fate, and put them in the ground

It's midnight on a Texas highway
I've got a hole in my soul that I know the Lord won't fix
Tonight I might die but I'll die my way
With Old No. 7 and a .30-06

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