I carry A bullet in my pocket. Engraved with my own damn name. If I ever loose this bullet. I'll have myself, I have myself to blame. Bartender pour me A tall one. So I can wash away the sand. Bourbon's 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 I'm not insane
When the reaper comes A calling. Whispering my name. He sure ain't 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 I'm an evil seed. I can't take back the things I've done. I'm A liar and A cheat.
A bullet with my name.
So thats why I keep that bullet. Close to my own heart. And pray I'll never loose it. As I drift into the dark.
A bullet with my name. With my name... that's right.