My momma fed me with a silver spoon Too bad she and daddy never hung around To see their baby girl grow into a killer soon If you cause a problem, then I'll gun ya down I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead Never was bothered much by a price of my head Because I love the chase, whether I escape or I hang Loyal to the grave - is the name of my gang Forget the riches, this is just about the job I'm a rebel without a cause, runnin' from the law When I want something done, then I'll send in B.O.B (Do somethin') We don't need another score, yet we never stop Got a dynamite temper, it's about to blow My business, my rules, I run the show And no I won't repeat myself, you can even ask Jesse Exactly what'll happen if a lawman tests me Bourbon on my breath, and a shiner from a barfight Sorry pop, but I'm not fit for the farm life Though I'm a wrongdoer, you can bet I'm armed right Check your pocket watch, I'll bring you high noon all night I was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks I've been locked up, even shot right in the back I'll deal with a little misfortune, long as I'm earning a fortune 'Cause justice and luck come in proper proportions Me and my partner in crime run a ring of outlaws But I'm the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws I'll smoke you faster than a stogie in a showdown Haven't you heard that I'm wanted? Well you know now Quickdraw for hire? I'm your huckleberry Caution - if you spot a tumbleweed on the prairie Run for cover from the crackshot, McCree's a deadeye Way I handle this six shot - easy as pie
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