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Thousand bullets a second call me Trigger-Tron Heaters out can't cool it I'm on a ****** marathon Wanted posters dead or alive the names Trigger, Tron Rode off into sunsets with twin lead trails drawn Saddle up go round an round I been outta town Makin ghost towns when I do my rounds Addled up go round for round then head outta town Souls wander I put em in the lost an found Money bags with the big $ just a lil' bank robbery Heavy saddle bags ridin out with all I can carry Money bags with the big $ just a lil' train robbery Heavy saddle bags rode out with all I could carry Thousand bullets a second they call me Trigger-Tron Heaters on fire I ****** in marathons Wanted posters out name on the bounty, Trigger-Tron I ride into the sunset with twin lead trails drawn The young Billy with the Iron "I'll make ya famous" Rustlin jimmys sheriff and posse never catch us Billy draws the big Iron "I'll make ya famous" Rustlin Jimmys with the iron in ********** The sheriff and his posse after my bounty If they wanna hound me I'm your huckleberry Sheriff and posse, lotta bodys dead in the county Fresh tombstones last count was about twenty Hounds down like old yeller guns sure like to holler Winds down at night retire the dual death dealers Coyotes creep towards the fire start up a holler From bush an ambush a few more dead 'fellers Hands quicker than rattle snakes draw an fire Leads flyin hills rattle an shake guess its war Outlaws firin shells sounds like a two pair My hands five aces four shots they fold for sure Then I ride off into the sunset with twin lead trails drawn
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
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Thousand bullets a second call me Trigger-Tron Heaters out can't cool it I'm on a ****** marathon Wanted posters dead or alive the names Trigger, Tron Rode off into sunsets with twin lead trails drawn Saddle up go round an round I been outta town Makin ghost towns when I do my rounds Addled up go round for round then head outta town Souls wander I put em in the lost an found Money bags with the big $ just a lil' bank robbery Heavy saddle bags ridin out with all I can carry Money bags with the big $ just a lil' train robbery Heavy saddle bags rode out with all I could carry Thousand bullets a second they call me Trigger-Tron Heaters on fire I ****** in marathons Wanted posters out name on the bounty, Trigger-Tron I ride into the sunset with twin lead trails drawn The young Billy with the Iron "I'll make ya famous" Rustlin jimmys sheriff and posse never catch us Billy draws the big Iron "I'll make ya famous" Rustlin Jimmys with the iron in ********** The sheriff and his posse after my bounty If they wanna hound me I'm your huckleberry Sheriff and posse, lotta bodys dead in the county Fresh tombstones last count was about twenty Hounds down like old yeller guns sure like to holler Winds down at night retire the dual death dealers Coyotes creep towards the fire start up a holler From bush an ambush a few more dead 'fellers Hands quicker than rattle snakes draw an fire Leads flyin hills rattle an shake guess its war Outlaws firin shells sounds like a two pair My hands five aces four shots they fold for sure Then I ride off into the sunset with twin lead trails drawn
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27/M/Anchorage, Alaska
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
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