The Devil s Revolver

Dust grinds on my teeth, the wind dries out my face,
The sun drops down the horizon, locking me in this place.
I traded my mortal soul for a piece of cold gun blue,
To a man in a pitch-black coat right where the old church grew.
He gave a wicked grin and tossed the iron in my hand,
Said: "Now you are the judge, the only law in the land."

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The Devil's revolver — the weight of six damned rounds.
It finds the target blind, tracks you like a pack of hounds.
One spin of the cylinder, and the final thread is cut,
With this pistol in my pocket, the gates of heaven shut.
The Lord turned His back, the angels closed the score,
When the Devil's revolver knocks upon your door.


The cards are on the table, the saloon goes dead and still,
I never looked for a fight, but I've got a grave to fill.
The kid across the room is way too young to fade to black,
But my hand goes down to my hip, and there ain't no turning back.
The hammer is pulled back before he even blinks an eye,
This cursed heavy metal always knows who has to die.

Припев
The Devil's revolver — the weight of six damned rounds.
It finds the target blind, tracks you like a pack of hounds.
One spin of the cylinder, and the final thread is cut,
With this pistol in my pocket, the gates of heaven shut.
The Lord turned His back, the angels closed the score,
When the Devil's revolver knocks upon your door.




Now I walk the prairie alone, no shadow and no sleep,
A dead and heavy silence is the only company I keep.
I tried to throw it in the river, but it found its way to me,
Like a faithful hound waiting in the flames of eternity.