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My gun is loaded It's gettin time Two shots of whiskey I'm takin' what's mine ain't what you're sayin it's what you do Your time has come boy I'm gunnin for you When hell is rainin down You'll see my face, won't hear a sound You'll feel that bullet burnin through Take your last breath boy I'm gunnin for you
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
Gunnin For You
My gun is loaded It's gettin time Two shots of whiskey I'm takin' what's mine ain't what you're sayin it's what you do Your time has come boy I'm gunnin for you When hell is rainin down You'll see my face, won't hear a sound You'll feel that bullet burnin through Take your last breath boy I'm gunnin for you
Revenge is a dish best served cold. A six-shooter to the face also helps
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
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