come grab your gun, I’m gonna kill someone
it’s up to you, you know what to do
you fire a mistake, at the starting line*
get what I get girl, you know that yer mine
one more time down in the parking lot
you slip slide away, hell, you know it’s a lot
you take my advice and you know that it’s true
you won’t be free it will happen to you
Fill:
I drink lotsa whiskey in the mornin’
+I drink wine at night
you came without warnin’
+and I ran with fright
but I wanted to fight
very few things seem to measure up
try and you try, then you just give up
you take my advice and you walk it on down
you need to leave me on this side of town
only one thing that I got to do
run and I run, try to get from you
I can’t be free and it follow around
help’s on the way and I’m fallin’ down
(Fill)
I drink lotsa whiskey in the mornin’
+I drink wine at night
you came without warnin’
+and I ran with fright
but I wanted to fight
(Banjo Solo)