Hey Honey, where the hell is my shooter now? You can call me Honey you can steal my money You can try again and you can pray to heaven But I tell you Honey like the sun is sunny Babe I won't put my shooter down
You can call me Honey...
Now the man I love is a wanted man With a price put on his head Every deputy wants a tag on his toe He's better of with me
So together we can start a new You can plow the field and I will make you stew Com on darling settle down with me Put your shooter down
You can call me Honey... You can call me Honey...
Sometimes I think that the gun in your hand Means more to you than me But I know better you're getting old You will need a family And then on Sundays we can go to church Time for you to end your search Here's your life, take a look at me Cause I will be your wife
You can call me Honey... You can call me Honey...
Come to me baby Now don't tell me maybe When we are married Your shooter are gonna get burried