COLT .45

He walked out in the street
with a gun at his side
he said "I'll kill you old man, with my Colt .45"
I didn't want to kill, but I didn't want to die
he left me no choice but my Colt .45

And then I shot him down, and then I shot him down
I shot him again and again till he fell
red blood was stainin' the ground
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

A crowd gathered round, with fear in their eyes
a young buck was fingerin' his Colt .45
I ride out of town, he's a-waitin' for me
he's quick on the draw, a bullet shatters my knee

And then I shot him down, and then I shot him down
I shot him again and again till he fell
red blood was stainin' the ground
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

I wish I could run, I wish I could hide
I'm sick of my rep, and the Colt .45
someday I will lose, and then I will die
and these words will be said by a young fool with pride

And then I shot him down, and then I shot him down
I shot him again and again till he fell
red blood was stainin' the ground
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH