I RIDE ‘EM HIGH AND SHOOT ‘EM STRAIGHT

Verse 1

I grew up hard and I grew up fast,
My six-gun shooter built to last.
A wanted man, foot in the grave,
My name’s on a poster — too late to save.
The preacher’s comin’, he wants my soul,
The sheriff’s itchin’ to dig my hole.
The barkeep’s pourin’ another round,
And the ladies? Just wanna make me proud.

Verse 2

Seven grooms for seven brides,
I showed ’em two, now there’s five.
I robbed a bank and then a train,
Threw my whole damn life right down the drain.
But they keep on comin’ for that gold,
They’d turn me in if they get ahold.
I keep on movin’ — can’t tempt fate,
I ride ’em high and shoot ’em straight.

Chorus

I don’t beg, I don’t break,
I ride alone — that’s my fate.
Dust on my boots, whiskey in my veins,
I ride ’em high and shoot ’em straight.

Verse 3

There’s a patch of grass where I sit my ass,
Making plans and counting cash.
My gun is gospel, my bullets spell —
Cross my line, get sent to hell.
A cruel life with no end in sight,
A rope and a lever — my last rite.
A hope, a prayer, and saddle sore,
I’ll ride this way ‘til I’m no more.

Chorus (Repeat)

I don’t beg, I don’t break,
I ride alone — that’s my fate.
Dust on my boots, whiskey in my veins,
I ride ’em high and shoot ’em straight.

Outro (Tag Line)

Whiskey talks and silence kills,
If you don’t judge me, the Good Lord will.

Copyright Notice

© 2025 Shan Gilbreath — All Lyrics Written & Owned by Shan Gilbreath
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