lost dogs – wicked guns lyrics
dave tutt fought for dixie pride
wild bill was union loyal
they fancied one same woman
bad blood began to boil
tutt stole hick-ck’s pocket watch
fool hardy, whiskey bold
tempers flared, pistols fired
dave tutt laid still and cold
them were wicked guns
bill hick-ck drew
not just one six shooter
but two
his hands were quick, son
his aim was true
yeah, them were wicked guns
bill hick-ck drew
bill mulvey was a reckless lout
a killer from missouri
aimed his rifle at wild bill
then spun ‘round in a hurry
when wild bill yelled, “don’t shoot, he’s drunk!”
to no one anywhere
mulvey caught bill hick-ck’s bullet in his temple
and died there
them were wicked guns
bill hick-ck drew
not just one six shooter
but two
his hands were quick, son
his aim was true
yeah, them were wicked guns
bill hick-ck drew…
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