Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Knock you off of your feet And take you home with me Put you in my house Ow ow ow ow ow Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmm

General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to

Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Oh mi corazón, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

(No one lives forever-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever) Wish you could see me when I'm lying in bed My eyes are blinded by your stars My blood is blushing so red (Oh my God) I can see you in my head again Arrows and bows will shoot me down again Arrows and bows

Broken arrows in the dark So take my hand, don't let go 'Cause it's not too late, it's not too late I, I see the hope in your heart And sometimes you lose it, sometimes you're shooting But I, I see the hope in your heart You stripped your love down to

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

Bang bang bang Now there ain't no place to run to What you go and do You go and give the boy a gun Ain't no place to run We'll shoot him down Ain't no place to run When he hold it in his hand He feel mighty he feel strong

And ev’ry day I have never seen the General so despondent I have taken over writing all his correspondence Congress writes, George, attack the British forces I shoot back, we have resorted to eating our horses