oh baby were you made in mexico
did you come with some jose cuervo and a sombrero
because i know my stirrups are turning you on
i shot the sheriff dead, over a bet he had won
i'm a gunslinger
with a trigger happy finger
and im shooting to kill
as i fire at will
you're a pretty little number
why dont you kick off your boots and come over here
ive got some liquor for the both of us to share
because i know my holsters can hold a little more
ive got room for two or three or four
i'm a gunslinger
with a trigger happy finger
and im shooting to kill
as i fire at will
with aces wild
todays my lucky day
and for you i'll gamble
my little soul away
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