I woke up this morning
With a pistol in my hand
Hung over and ******
And my pockets full of sand

Oh lord ! What did I do ?
The front door was open
And in walked the man
neatly dressed in Blue

Put the gun on the floor
I'm aiming right at you
Blink one eyelid buddy
And I'm putting a bullet right on through

It just happened to be Sunday
Following a Saturday night
All I could remember
Was I got into a fight

Some girl sure screamed
And the bullets began to fly
I remember running for the door
Before I was to die

I tripped and fell as a bullet
Whizzed right there by my head
Please oh Lord I'm not ready
Won't you take him instead

I must have passed on out
I can't remember anymore
That will be my last visit
To Horse face Mary's bar
On 5th and Delanore

So listen up to me people
As they lock up my cell door
Drinking and guns
Aren't worth the dying for