And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

Abandoned hearse Corroded to the bone A final curse We write this song Cold brains, Alone at last

Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight

He was a railroad man 'Til he stepped in front of the railroad train And Bangor when he went to Maine He rode across the plains The hauled bananas to Savannah And a railroad man You know, his name was Tex when he's in Texas Oh, a railroad man Oh,

Cause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose Long nights,

I get so restless You were so poised Like some matador raising his steel It's the same old useless ceremony And a last bow before the kill Restless sir Every junkie in this laundromat Is equal in the eyes of your lord But you just put your hand to your