Songtext von Bullet Bob

Bullet Bob is a living ghost A stare as hard as a bois d' arc post He killed his first one when he was thirteen Some poor vaquero in a border town Laughed at Bob so he shot him down His momma said, "You boys sure made him mean." His heart's as black as a moonless night HIs skin and hair are snowy white His eyes are burning red with the devil's fire His mom did the best she knew There's only so much you can do…with One more runaway gun for hire Bullet Bob's in the "Rose Cantina" All tanked up on cheap tequila It's best to stay away when he's around He's here to earn an outlaw's pay There'll be a funeral any day Don't even smile when Bullet Bob's in town When he was just a little lad The butt of every joke we had He sure got poked and teased when he was a kid When he straps on that .44 No one's laughing anymore It's hard to blame him much for what he did Charlie One-eye said, "You know, he's like a wounded buffalo - Standing hard and pawing up the ground. We're all a thorn beneath his hide. We made him swallow too much pride. One by one, I think he'll burn us down." Bullet Bob's in the "Rose Cantina" All tanked up on cheap tequila It's best to stay away when he's around He's here to earn an outlaw's pay There'll be a funeral any day Don't even smile when Bullet Bob's in town (continued on next page).A gun appeared in Charlie's fist He took a shot at Bob and missed And got three holes in the middle of his shirt Bob just turned back to the bar Said, "Tequila, por favor." And left old Charlie lying in the dirt Bullet Bob's in the "Rose Cantina" All tanked up on cheap tequila It's best to stay away when he's around He's here to earn an outlaw's pay There'll be a funeral any day Don't even smile when Bullet Bob's in town