Beat Farmers - California Kid lyrics

rate me

I rode into tpwn on a crippled horse

Got fired from a cattle drive up north

The ropes of the gallows were swingin' in the breeze

All the Wanted posters had pictures of me

Tied what was left of my horse to a hitch

Walked into a saloon, they called the 'Busted Bitch'

I ordered up a whiskey, they asked me for my bread

I paid him two bits, then I pumped him full of lead

I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side

I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die

A lady of the evening was eyeballing me

Staring down from the balcony

She walked up to me with gun powder breath

The ace of hearts was bleeding from her hip

I dragged her upstairs by her lower lip

I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side

I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die

She untied my boots, she untied my jeans

She untied my tubes I had tied in my teens

'bout that time he front door was kicked in

And there stood some asshole all covered in sin

He saids 'That's my woman', I said 'That's no lie'

I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky

I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side

I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die