Cold night is over
My horse stands tall
I piss on the fire
And continue to go
People in big towns
Can't look into my eyes
They are afraid that death is coming
From my hands and my guns
But I am not a bad guy
Just don't judge me so quick
Ain't rumors about me
Best headhunter of the week
Nobody can't stop me
My freedom's in my hands
My ride begins from east coast
I go to the west
Everyday some killing
Bullet marks on my chest
This is my life's choice
To be so wild and so west
Girls in dirty saloons
Sing songs about me
Cuz I'm the best love maker
When my bottle is empty
Cutthroats run in panic
Even though I'm alone
I saw their heads off
And exchange it for gold
Сhiefs of wild tribes
Scared to death of my name
Cuz they know I will eat them
If they'll show off again
-I've seen many places
I've killed lots of man
Slept with hundreds of bitches
But I had no friends
It was so long ago
When I was young and so strong
My last glass of whiskey
I'll die here alone
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