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Half-Cocked
Just hearing gunshots in the West
Can't seem to get a moment's rest
Not one for throwing in the towel
I head for the OK Corral
Gunfighters on the left and right
One aiming down his barrel's sight
I give the gunplay all I've got
A showdown but my nerves are shot
Wyatt Earp and his dear friend Doc
Fire shotguns to the Clantons' shock
Now lying face down in the mud
Dirt mixing slowly with their blood
Just one more idle fantasy
Time wasted far as I can see
Somebody still call in the law
Lest I can reach my gun and draw.
Can't seem to get a moment's rest
Not one for throwing in the towel
I head for the OK Corral
Gunfighters on the left and right
One aiming down his barrel's sight
I give the gunplay all I've got
A showdown but my nerves are shot
Wyatt Earp and his dear friend Doc
Fire shotguns to the Clantons' shock
Now lying face down in the mud
Dirt mixing slowly with their blood
Just one more idle fantasy
Time wasted far as I can see
Somebody still call in the law
Lest I can reach my gun and draw.
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