Don t Shoot...

The smoke is thick, the lights are low,
A bunch of outlaws put on a show.
 Big Texas Jack just lost his dime,
And now he’s running out of time
(Woo!)
He glares at the keys, he glares at the tap,
He’s ready to start some serious scrap

Ace in the sleeve, a hand on the gun,
Somebody's cheating, it's time for some fun
 
Don't shoot the player, he's doing his best,
Don't shoot the barman, just drink like the rest.
Don't shoot the piano guy — he's doing what he can,
Don't shoot the barkeep — he's just an honest man
(He pours a heavy dram…)

A whiskey bottle flies through the room,
The banjo kid hides from the doom.
The local sheriff is fast asleep,
 While all the cards are buried deep.
The piano’s rockin’, the tables break,
 Lord, give us strength for heaven’s sake

Dust on the boots, smoke in the air,
Draw your revolver if you even dare

Don't shoot the player, he's dodging the glass,
Don't shoot the barman, or he'll kick your ass.
Don't shoot the piano guy — he's playing through pain,
Don't shoot the barkeep — he washes the stain...
(With a double shot of bourbon…)

Don't shoot the player, he's doing his job,
Don't shoot the barman, go shoot at the mob.
Don't shoot the piano guy — his fingers are fast,
Don't shoot the barkeep — enjoy your last blast...
(Before the sheriff rides in…)