She was a blonde from the bottle, when she rode in from out West
her middle name was Trouble
I put her to the test
she scowled and she spat at me
but that didn't worry me none
she'd be sayin i love you when she saw the barrel of my gun
she had a set of 44s she pointed at my face
she was dressed up in leather, trimmed up in lace
i said can i kiss you
she said hey you aint my son
she'd be sayin i love you when she saw the barrel of my gun
bang bang
yes she could
bang bang
it's understood
from the hip
bang bang
my shot cracks out like a whip
her looks are like a hammer
breakin hearts all around
her legs are like a draw bridge whenever the fleet hits town
i made a move, came closer
she said Slim you aint gettin none
she'd be sayin i love you when she saw the barrel of my gun
yes she could
bang bang
it's understood
bang bang
from the hip
my shot cracks out, like a whip