Going

Waited in the weeds
Broke the slack on my holster
Pulled and shot two times
A man fell to ground

Stole his money
The horse he rode in on
Gone dark to derail his testimony
Through driving rain

Oh I, still wonder
If I'm walking or crawling

Drunk the agony
Hung like an atmosphere
Kissed a languid girl dressed blue
She rubbed my back

Pulled the strings
But my heart won't surface
The blonde in question
Didn't ask twice

Oh I, still wonder
If I'm walking or crawling

Headache inducing
Sore from the constant fighting
The gang laughing at me
Some leader I was

Before we go
I threaten the bartender
He smiles amused
Always does

Sheepish as I look
I'm better playing the fool