[00:10.317]My nasty Yankee mannerisms
[00:15.843]Didn't jive with the local traditions
[00:20.834]How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
[00:30.648]He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
[00:36.214]Well acquainted with the guns and knives
[00:40.873]Sometimes, I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
[00:46.798]I prayed for courage
[00:49.226]I prayed for love
[00:51.682]I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
[00:56.931]I prayed to know divine protections
[01:01.979]But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[01:08.052]Hey, hey
[01:11.634]Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
[01:16.881]I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
[01:21.865]In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
[01:26.836]I did a terrible job, and they became powerfully infected
[01:37.146]I found myself atop a stolen roan
[01:42.646]Quite convinced that I would never see home
[01:47.303]And all on account of my lack of common manners
[01:53.173]I prayed for courage
[01:55.455]I prayed for love
[01:58.133]I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
[02:03.336]I prayed to know divine protections
[02:08.305]But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[02:32.687]The saloon doors stopped swinging
[02:35.204]The piano player stopped playing (Hey, hey)
[02:38.423]In the shadows, I could hear
[02:40.423]Archaic Spanish phrases (Hey, hey)
[02:43.439]The preacher stood up from his table
[02:45.656]In his right hand, he held a Bible (Hey, hey)
[02:48.392]And in his left, the business end
[02:50.876]Of a Winchester rifle
[02:54.375]I prayed for courage
[02:57.078]I prayed for love
[02:59.501]I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
[03:04.762]I prayed to know divine protections
[03:09.844]But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
[03:13.829]Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
[03:19.040]Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
[03:24.117]Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
[03:29.133]Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
[03:34.352]Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
[03:39.384]Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
[03:44.467]Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
[03:49.667]Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene

My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes, I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers
I prayed for courage
I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Hey, hey
Please forgive me, Mr. Gibbons
I crawled my way into The Doom Saloon
In an attempt to cauterize my wounds
I did a terrible job, and they became powerfully infected
I found myself atop a stolen roan
Quite convinced that I would never see home
And all on account of my lack of common manners
I prayed for courage
I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
The saloon doors stopped swinging
The piano player stopped playing (Hey, hey)
In the shadows, I could hear
Archaic Spanish phrases (Hey, hey)
The preacher stood up from his table
In his right hand, he held a Bible (Hey, hey)
And in his left, the business end
Of a Winchester rifle
I prayed for courage
I prayed for love
I prayed for guidance from the heavens above
I prayed to know divine protections
But now I'm praying for a quick death in Texas
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene
Beaumont, Amarillo, got a line on me
Galveston, El Paso, Nacogdoches, Abilene