They used to call me lightening
I was always quick to strike
Had everything I own
In the saddles on my back

I had a reputation
For never stayin' very long
Just like a wild and restless drifter
Like a cowboy in a song

I met a dark haired beauty
Where they laid the whiskey down
In southern Arizona
In a little border town

She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeah

Never see [bad word] 
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And that fire in her eyes

That makes [bad word] together
Like wild horses when [bad word] Now the cards are on the table
And the bullets in the gun, yeah

She was sittin' on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up who owned the bar
In a Cadillac Deville

Grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her in the floor
Said no free rides for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for, no

She jumped up and grabbed my pistol
Stuck it in the fat man's back
Said open up the safe
And put your money in the sack

Tied his hands behind him
And put a blindfold on his eyes
If you're dumb enough to chase us, man
You're dumb enough to die
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Never see [bad word] 
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
That fire in her eyes

That makes [bad word] together
Like wild horses when [bad word] Now the cards are on the table
And the bullets in the gun

We rode across the border
Down into Mexico
When [bad word]  from the law
Ain't that where everybody goes?

We came to a town
With a name I couldn't spell
She gave me what I came for
In that Mexican motel

I woke up to sirens
And the sound [bad word]  feet
There were 50 Federales
Locked and loaded in the street

She grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
She kissed me for the last time
And we headed out the back

Every gun was on us
And every heartbeat poundin'
There's only one thing left to do
When they got you all surrounded

She fired that old pistol
But we didn't stand a prayer
Money hit the gravel
Bullets filled the air, yeah

Never see [bad word] 
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And that fire in her eyes

That makes [bad word] together
Like wild horses when [bad word] Now the cards are on my table
And bullets in the gun

Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun