Resting in the shade of a juniper pine,
with the thirst of age, he's had a one-track mind.
Belly on a barstool, drink for days,
so he saddled up his horse and rode it to an early grave.
He's all alone, like an Indian guide,
dust and sweat until his thirst runs dry.
She cries his name as she looks to the sky,
chilled to the bone 'til the day he dies.
It's like oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.
The Thirteenth Gun was a lucky man,
ever since the day his daddy put it in his hands.
Cold black steel, burns red hot,
put his finger to the trigger and he just can't stop.
Just like oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.
Creek to the ridge, then a path to the North,
thirty-six years, he's been on this Earth.
Death thrives, when he's packin' heat,
never know where he's gonna eat or sleep.
And there were dark storm clouds rollin' in on the wind,
somebody once said, Leave his soul to sin.
He goes to take a drink, but he just can't sip,
black in the water, just like blood runs thick.
Ohhh ahh ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, (Ohhhhhhhhhh) x4
Swept into town, like a shadow at night,
hard to see his face beneath the blue moonlight.
Frost spreads to every window in town,
as he steps off his horse, lightning touches the ground.
Scott begins to weep, lone Kyle calls,
Ruccus turns to silence as he walks through the bar.
Liquid touches lips that are dry as bones,
lights flicker low, the Thirteenth Gun was gone.
It's like oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.
Oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.
The Thirteenth Gun was a lucky man,
ever since the day his daddy put it in his hands.
Cold black steel, burns red hot,
put his finger to the trigger and he just can't stop.
Just like oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.
Oh ooh oh ooh oh,
oh ooh oh ooh oh.

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