Great Songs With Gun Lyrics

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I could not read all of the posted songs...but...
did anyone list Sublime..."Santaria".?

...Sancho better run and hide
Papa's got a new .45.
I won't hesitate
to put that barrel right down Sancho's throat
I tell you I got somthin" for his punka$$...

Mark.
 
I think this is the best "gun song " I ever heard . Even if I did write it myself (Kinda)

Sarah's Got A Gun

Sarah's got a gun
Sarah's got a gun

Hillary's Whitehouse dreams are done.

'Cause Sarah's got a gun.

What did Sarah do
That made the Bradys come un glued?

They say when Sarah was elected she threw the AWB in the trash

I hear Joe Biden's really running now that Sarah's gun D.C. is never gonna be the saaaaa-aaaaame!

Sarah's got a gun
Sarah's got a gun

Obama is on the run

Now that

Sarah's got a gun.

Who woulda guessed that day
When Sarah joined the NRAAAAA

That one day she'd go to Washington

And tell them to stick their handgun ban in their little BLEEP

I hear that Sarah Brady's really runnin'

Now that Sarah's got a gun D.C. is never gonna be the saaaaaaaa-aaame.
 
I loved those old western TV show songs too!

Thank you!

Catherine
PS: Have GUN and swimsuit will travel - make it a place with a pool, ocean or lake! Ha! I bring my own ammunition!
 
Rodney Atkins "Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)"

The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I’m lost

I can't begin to count the theories
I've had pounded in my head
That I forgot

I don't remember all that Spanish
Or the Gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forget

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Ain’t it son?
Hey y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Well now that I’m a father
I’m scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind

She’s growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I’ll have to put the fear of god into
Some kid at the door

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all go out and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Now it's all for show
Ain’t nobody gonna get hurt
It’s just a daddy thing
And hey, believe me, man it works

(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all run along and have a little fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back by te- let's say about nine...thirty.
Drive safe.
 
32-20 Blues

OK, here's one you never heard.* Written and sung by Robert Johnson, the guy who inspired Eric Clapton........For you musical technicians it's in classic 12 bar blues........"F I send for my babyand she don't come"F I send for my babyman, and she don't comeAll the doctors in Hot Springssure can't help her noneAnd if she gets unrulythinks she don't wan' doIf she gets unrulythinks she don' wan' doTake my 32-20, now, andcut her half in twoShe got a 38 special but I b'lieve it's most too lightShe got a 38 special but I b'lieve it's most too lightI got a 32-20, got to make* the camps alrightand on and on, but you get the idea.
 
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, I been all around this world.

Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Before I have to walk in with my old forty-four.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.

Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
Theyre comin in the mornin; thats the last youll see of me.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.

Hang me, oh, hang me, so Ill be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so Ill be dead and gone.
I wouldnt mind your hangin, boys but you wait in jail so long.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.

Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
-Grateful Dead

Surprisingly good rendition here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HIdyAg6aw
 
three off the same album...

from steve earle's "train a comin" album:

1) Mercenary Song
2) Tom Ames' Prayer
3) Ben McCulloch

go buy it. NOW.

and nobody mentioned the theme song from "the sopranos," Woke Up This Morning by Alabama 3.
 
Captain Dan & the Scurvy Crew - Flintlock Glock

Open the sails 'cause it's time to dip
When we shoot at your ----ers we never slip
We're coming round the block outlining you in chalk,
I love musket balls and my flintlock Glock

The wheel lock, snaphance, their all the same
But this flintlock Glock'll set your party aflame
It's got the longest range so that I can claim
Your loot, and to boot, I'll put your barrel to shame
I like to cause a fuss with my blunderbuss
If ya stare at me yer gonna get the 3rd degree
I don't fear that rusty rifle that yer pointing at me
My condition comes from the lack of Vitamin C
'Cause i be the mother----ing captain d
I'm doing all the deeds causing ships to flee
I got the illest behavior, i got the sickest flavor
This jolly roger sailing means that I ain't no savior
Get a hook for a hand, then you can understand
We were playing the game before the game was planned
If yer from the land or under my command,
Fear me or be buried under the sand

*chorus*


Sea Dawg:
In marksmanship I'm number one
All the people on the coast fear my flintlock gun
My musket balls sit, wait, desire release
So I shoot 'em out the barrel of my gold studded piece
Leaving lines of deceased
My profits increased
It's a weapon feared in the north south west and east
It'll send ya to the crypt bones and body stripped
If I run out of ammo you'll be pistol whipped
My aim is always dead on straight
If I feel like it I can decapitate
Violate assassinate or detonate
You will not live if I demonstrate
If ya see this piece
Ya better run
It ranks with the greatest killers under the sun
The big 3 in case ye forgot
Are the plague, scurvy, and my flintlock Glock

*chorus*

MC treasure:
My enemies they become shark bait
Take their freight, all their pieces of eight
If you see me its already checkmate
No one compares to the chaos I create
Be it galleon or be it frigate
I cruise the sea sail the strait
I'm irate with a style you cant duplicate
A top pirate candidate not afraid to amputate
Great raids I orchestrate
Until I saturate my treasure chest
You know that I'm the best
Got gold? that peaks my interest
From Portugal to the Key West
My presence is the source of much unrest
And I'm on a quest to invest my musket ball
Directly into yo chest.

*chorus*

:D
 
A Ska-Punk(imagine Greenday on steroids with a lot of brass as my wife says) band that I really like is called Streetlight Manifesto. Three songs by them came to mind

Keaseby Nights
It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a **** about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin’ the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well I won’t, well I won't...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY


Lyrics to Everything Went Numb :
And the story goes like this: everything went numb for the money and the guns
and everytime he'd think it out: "there's nothing to worry about
get in the van, don't deviate from the plan
if everything goes smooth then you'll walk away a rich man"
so it begins, everybody walks in
could this be the way or the day that the underdog wins?
i think not, so i bet on the feds because the black hat men never win in the end

ski mask (check)
sawed off (check)
guilty conscience, fear of death (check check check)
everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
was going to be another means to the end
the silence
the sirens
it all went down like his nightmare the night before
i don't want to hear
i don't want to be near
i do what i got to do just to keep my nose clean

the story doesn't end here
don't fear for our hero ain't near the end
my friend
let's take it back to how it all began: with a proposition
and proposition starts with a capital p
"or at least for me" is what he said to himself
but himself ain't a lot when he's got nothing left
of what was once a man, loved and loving
he took that trip that turns something to nothing
right and wrong
there's not a lot a difference when you're singing that poor man's song
and that song it goes just a little like this:

na na na...

ski mask (check)
sawed off (check)
guilty conscience, fear of death (check check check)
everything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought
was going to be another means to the end
the silence
the sirens
it all went down like his nightmare the night before
i don't want to hear
i don't want to be near
i do what i got to do just to keep my nose clean

Lyrics to Point / Counterpoint :
I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would
but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality
and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
and you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, That is just the way it goes

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a kid who never cared about the little things
Don't even bother because I'm tired and I'm sick of it
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, You don't know where I've been!
Oh, You don't know what I've seen!

If I did something right
Would you give up this fight?
Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right
I'd like to think you would
You know I'd like to think you would
but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology
Jump back to the day we met
I never thought that it would end this way
If ever I let you down I want to ask of you
To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a kid who never cared about the little things
Don't bother 'cause I still don't give a ****
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, You don't know where I've been!
Oh, You don't know what I've seen!

So tell me friend, how's it going to end?
When the **** goes down and there's no one left around to get your back
You'll crack
You'll smile and agree with everything they say
They'll try to tell you that it's all okay
But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad
And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had
Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did
You're running around
You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend

No, You'll take back all you've said
Oh, When the regrets fill your head

Trust me I've been there before
I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy
What irony!
Once friends, but I find
You'll have to learn this lesson on your own

So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang
and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang
When the bang never came and I never got the call
**** It! Thank You! I Love You All!
Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat
all our past mistakes
Great!
But that's not me
and even if it was I would always disagree
Because in the end I always get the better of me

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, I'll take you where I've been!
Oh, I'll show you what I've seen!
 
Oh come on, noone here watches the Sopranos?

Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Your mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're, but you're looking good, baby,
I believe that you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Lord above, thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked in our town.

Baby, but you're, but you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine; shame about it,
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning

When you woke up this morning everything was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
Like a voice telling you there was something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these that you wonder if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others:
Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function,
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink'
Well you do so make up your mind to go on,'cos
When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
You wanna be the Chosen One.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.
 
I'll add Chris Ledoux. Im sure he has more but two that stick out in my mind are Billy the Kid and Hairtrigger Colt 44.

Billy The Kid lyrics

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico.

There's a new made widow cryin and a hurse a-rollin slow,
And I guess that Devils passed this way again.

There's a lathered sorrel stallion runnin through the Joshua Trees,
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.

Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee,
And he's dealin in a game that he can't win.

CHORUS

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one,
Pat Garretts got your name on every bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-guns got a bloody tale to tell
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell.

Them fancy clothes you're wearin and the women in your bed,
Cant take away the faces of the men that you left dead.

As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head,
Now that wheel or fortune starts to turn.


Your reputations grown till it's the biggest in the land,
And there aint a lot of people left who wanna call your hand.

And I guess you'll go down shootin just like all branded men,
And when you shake hands with the Devil you get burned.

CHORUS x 2



Hair Trigger Colt .44

I'm a man who's goin' to hell with heaven's blessing
The judge said I'm not fit to live with men
They're building me a gallows in the courtyard
To make sure I don't pass this way again

My first taste of killin' was at Vicksburg
I must have shot me a hundred men
I learned to make my livin' with a six-gun
I'm an outlaw now but I was a hero then

CHORUS
Ohh Lord if I had only known the misery
That glory's somethin' not worth killin' for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44

I was a hunted desperado
A wanted man with a price on my head
I thought that I could steal a taste of freedom
But I got me a hangman's noose instead

CHORUS

Undertaker write on my tombstone
A killer finally killed and nothin' more
I wouldn't be here if it hadn't been for Providence
And a Hairtrigger Colt .44

CHORUS 2x
 
Robert Earl Keen - Jesse With the Long Hair

Jesse took a powder, slicked his long hair back
put a cartridge in his gun and stepped outside his shack,
saddled up his buckskin mare and rode off into town.
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Luann fixed her makeup, straightened out her dress,
picked up a photograph and held it to her breast.
How could she ever love him? he never was around.
Jesse with the long hair hanging down

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end.

Sheriff Paul was sleepin', his hat off in his lap
When he got a package that woke him from his nap.
He unrolled a poster, couldn't help but frown
It was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.
They had been compadres many years before.
Jesse saved his life one time back before the war.
Now he was the king of thieves, he wore it like a crown.
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end.

Mr. Brown the banker hid the money in his case.
It was time for him to leave this God forsaken place.
His true love loved the outlaw who hated Mr. Brown.
That was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.
Mr. Brown had taken the land that Jesse owned.
The banker claimed that Jesse had not repaid his loan.
Truth and lies were tangled but when the truth unwound
there was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Mr. Brown was all along Luann came walking in.
She pulled a pistol from her purse and pointed it at him.
When the door blew open she turned to look around
It was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Mr. Brow grabbed Luann's gun and held it to her head.
"I'll blow her to Kingdom Come" is what the banker said.
In the fateful moment Jesse stood his ground.
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end.

The bullet that killed Mr. Brown came through the windowpane.
It put a hole above one eye and lodged down in his brain.
He never saw a puff of smoke, no flash, no fire, no sound.
From Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Sheriff Paul was fast asleep his hat down on his eyes,
when he got a letter and much to his surprise
a picture of his sweet Luann in her wedding gown
and Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end.
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The Sisters of Mercy "Lucretia my Reflection"

I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear empire down

I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive bombers, and
Empire down
Empire down

I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
Get prettty but you and me
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take direction
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me...

We look hard
We look through
We look hard to see for real
Such things I hear, they don't make sense
I don't see much evidence
I don't feel
I don't feel
I don't feel

A long train held up by page on page
A hard reign held up by rage
Once a railroad
Now it's done...

I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down...

We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take reflection
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me
 
Not necessarily gun related, but about D-Day.
"Primo Victoria" by Sabaton

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo victoria

We've been training for years
Now we're ready to strike
As the great operation begins
We're the first wave on the shore
We're the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
In this burning inferno
Know that nothing remains
As our forces advance on the beach

Aiming for heaven though serving in hell
Victory is ours their forces will fall

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo victoria

On the 6th of June
On the shores of western Europe 1944
D-day upon us

We've been here before
Used to this kind of war
Crossfire grind through the sand
Our orders were easy
It's kill or be killed
Blood on both sides will be spilled

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
Now that we are at war
With the axis again
This time we know what will come

6th of June 1944
Allies are turning the war
Normandy state of anarchy
Overlord
 
MARILYN MANSON

"The Love Song"

[The bullet:]
"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

[The Father:]
"do you love your
guns?" (yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"

"do you love your
guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(f:evil:ck yeah)

[The bullet:]
"She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
an Imitation Christ
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

[The Father:]
"do you love your
guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(fu:evil:k yeah)
 
The Marshall Tucker Band, Fire on the Mountain:

Took my fam'ly away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
Sellin' everything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their forty-four guns
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there

Now my widow she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good worthless claim

And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Waitin' for me there


And one of my favorites...

The Gringo Pistolero by Allan Damron:

When the bandit Chico Cano crossed the river at Boquillas, stole the young bride of the rancher Juan Otero, Juan caught up his fastest mare, and up to Marathon he rode, to hire himself a gringo pistolero. Send the word along the river; tell it through the borderland, that the hound of death is howling after Chico Cano's band. Juan will seal their fate as surely as the rising of the sun, with the guns of the Gringo Pistolero. The round hat of a trooper cast a shadow 'crost his eyes, as he listened to the tale of Juan Otero. At the name of Chico Cano there could be no talk of price, Just the Gringo's vow of vengeance, "Yo arrero." He oiled his big Colt automatics, and by daylight he was gone. With the coming cold and darkness he rode into Castollon, and a drunken bandit caught there read the message, "Talk, or Die!" in the eyes of the Gringo Pistolero. Where the Canyon Colorado twists its way among the rocks and the ribbon of the sky is long and narrow. In a jacal of adobe bruised and tied up on the floor wept the sweet wife the rancher Juan Otero. Bandit mirrors in the cliff top flash the message "now he comes" asked the number of his followers, the number of their guns. The aviso flashed to Chico like the falling of a stone "he comes alone" the Gringo Pistolero. Hidden high above the canyon where the falcon rides the wind Chico's best hawkeyed aviso, Juan Romero, placed his mirror in his shirt and gazed with worry towards the rocks where he last had seen the Gringo Pistolero. Put the sights up to eight hundred. Hold a yard left for the wind and there's one by-god aviso that will never flash again. Weeping red tears from a third eye that's a gift he cannot feel from the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero... Chico Cano you have stole your last damn US dollar bill. I have come for you and all your companjeros. You can fight and do your damnest or just send the lady out, came the echo of the Gringo Pistolero. Bandit rifles down the canyon to the left and to the right. Fearful eyes that watch and waited till the falling of the light. Angry cutthroats who ignore the weeping lady on the floor and through the back door came the Gringo Pistolero. Big Colt autos spitting thunder death at everything that moved flashing lightening in a jacal long and narrow. Ending hate and greed and cruelty with final flying truth from the sure hand of the Gringo Pistolero. One hot and smoking pistol dropped down empty in the dirt and another flashed like magic from inside the Gringo's shirt and the lead storm never stopped 'til there was no one left unhurt, but the Lady and the Gringo Pistolero. Word is spread to Ojinaga where the Conchos tumble down and a man's death can come swifter than an arrow, that although the law can be empty words until justice could be found, for no border stopped the Gringo Pistolero. And the old wives tell how Juan's bride came back beautiful and fair, lived happily through children and years of silver hair. But the young girls said that Otero did not treat her well back there ..... So she left him for the Gringo Pistolero.


Hadji Girl by Joshua Belile:

I was out in the sands of Iraq
And we were under attack
And I, well, I didn't know where to go.
And the first think I could see was
Everybody's favorite Burger King
So I threw open the door and I hit the floor.
Then suddenly to my surprise
I looked up and I saw her eyes
And I knew it was love at first sight.
And she said

Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I can't understand what you're saying.
And she said
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl I love you anyway.

Then she said that she wanted me to see.
She wanted me to meet her family
But I, well, I couldn't figure out how to say no.
Cause I don't speak Arabic.
So, she took me down an old dirt trail.
And she pulled up to a side shanty
And she threw open the door and I hit the floor.
Cause her brother and her father shouted

Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They pulled out their AKs so I could see
And they said
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah

So I grabbed her little sister and pulled her in front of me.
As the bullets began to fly
The blood sprayed from between her eyes
And then I laughed maniacally
Then I hid behind the TV
And I locked and loaded my M-16
And I blew those little f***ers to eternity.
And I said

Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They should have known they were f***ing with a Marine
 
Rock

Nickelback-Side of a Bullet
White Zombie-Black Sunshine
Rob Zombie-War Zone
Rage Against the Mechine-BULLET IN THE HEAD,BULLS ON PARADE, REVOLVER, DOWN RODEO, PEOPLE OF THE SUN, How I Could Just Kill A Man
Stone Sour-30/30-150

I know there are more I just can't think of them right now.
 
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It's already been mentioned but I'm going to second Steve Earl's The Devil's Right Hand. One of the greatest country songs ever written, and no, I don't say that lightly. For that matter, I could probably list a dozen Steven Earl songs that belong on this list.

Cocaine Blues is another great one and as much as I love Johnny Cash, I sure wish folks would give credit for that song where credit is due: Hank Sr.

So here's a couple that come to mind:

Robert Earl Keen

The Road Goes On Forever

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs
A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river and meet with all her friends
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Sonny was a loner he was older than the rest
He was going into the Navy but he couldn't pass the test
So he hung around town he sold a little pot
The law caught wind of Sonny and one day he got caught
But he was back in business when they set him free again
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Sonny's playin' 8-ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunken outta towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt
Sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
She's runnin' right behind him reachin' for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They jumped into his pickup Sonny jammed her down in gear
Sonny looked at Sherry and said lets get on outta here
The stars were high above them and the moon was in the east
The sun was settin' on them when they reached Miami Beach
They got a hotel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They soon ran out of money but Sonny knew a man
Who knew some Cuban refugees that delt in contraband
Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route
With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot
The cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

The Cubans grabbed the goodies and Sonny grabbed the Jack
He broke a bathroom window and climbed on out the back
Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side
Where a lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights
She stepped into the alley with a single shot .410
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

They left the lawman lyin' and they made their getaway
They got back to the motel just before the break of day
Sonny gave her all the money and he blew her a little kiss
If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this
She watched him as his taillights disappeared around the bend
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Its Main Street after midnight just like it was before
21 months later at the local grocery store
Sherry buys a paper and a cold 6-pack of beer
The headlines read that Sonny is goin' to the chair
She pulls back onto Main Street in her new Mercedes Benz
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

And I'm gonna go way out on a limb and add one from our would-be Govenor of Texas, The Kinkster.

Kinky Freedman
The Ballad Of Charles Whitman

He was sitting up there for more than an hour,
Way up there on the Texas Tower
Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. Yahoo!
He didn't choke or slash or slit them,
Not our Charles Joseph Whitman,
He won't be an architect no more.
Got up that morning calm and cool,
He picked up his guns and walked to school.
All the while he smiled so sweetly
And it blew their minds completely,
They'd never seen an Eagle Scout so cruel.

Now won't you think for the shame and degradation
For the school's administration
He put on such a bold and brassy show.
The Chancellor cried, "It's adolescent
And of course it's most unpleasant
But I got to admit it was a lovely way to go."

There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 Magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged 'em.
Who are we to say the boy's insane ?

Now Charlie was awful disappointed
Else he thought he was annointed
To do a deed so lowdown and so mean.
The students looked up from their classes
Had to stop and rub their glasses,
Who'd believe he'd once been a Marine.

Now Charlie made the honor roll with ease,
Most all of his grades was A's and B's.
A real rip snorting trigger squeezer
Charlie proved a big crowd pleaser
Though he had been known to make a couple C's.

Some were dying, some were weeping,
Some were studying, some were sleeping,
Some were shouting "Texas # 1!"
Some were running, some were falling,
Some were screaming, some were bawling,
Some thought the revolution had begun.

The doctors tore his poor brain down,
But not a snitch of illness could be found.
Most folks couldn't figure just-a why he did it
And them that could would not admit it,
There's still a lot of Eagle Scouts around.

There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 Magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged 'em.
Who are we to say the boy's in
Who are we to say the boy's in
Who are we to say the boy's insane ?
 
Listen to the Pogues. I think it's called Billy something.

About an Irishman in the middle east in the English army.

"Got the Israelis in his sites,

With a rat-tat-tat and they ran like Shi'ites!"
 
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