| Smokin' Lightnin' | |
| Ridin' out, Hands on my guns Six pack and a barrel of fun Take each day like a gold diamond ring Don't see heaven, It's a rich mans dream Yeah, Yeah Like a gold diamond ring Ain't lookin' to heaven Cuz it's a rich mans dream Horseback dreamin' of a sinners prayer Don't really matter cuz' no one cares It's a, Fortune cookie with a message of hate Every, Mile of pain these ol' legs'll take Yeah, Yeah It's a message of hate, Each mile of pain My body can take (Chorus) Double or nothing Roll the dice We're smokin' lightnin' Pick up your guns Lets shoot us some fun We're smokin' lightnin' Take what you get Face your demise You are what you make you Let the trickster arise Gamble your life Forget bein' nice We're smokin' Lightnin' Can of beens and a bottle of beer Stop calling there's no one here Western sunsets on a deserts plain Crack up a smile it's time to play the game Yeah, Yeah We're on a Texas plain Crack up that smile Let's play the devils game... (Chorus) Take what you get Face your demise You are what you make you Let the trickster arise Gamble your life Forget bein nice We're smokin' lightnin' Whoah Fortunes of war We'll love no more Passions that burn On a quicksilvers turn We'll make our catch but first Strike up a match We're Smokin' Lightnin' Yeah | |