.45 Lyrics

Bobby's got a 45 magnum

Black chrome, snub nose, it's a killer

Just turned 16 going, on gone

Good shot in tough spots, winner winner chicken dinner

He say's 'its just for trouble when its coming on strong

But mama's at the front door, "stay home, stay young, stay breathin, don't be deceiving

If you go lookin' for trouble, then when you find it, you're bleeding

Bobby'a got a 45 magnum

Says he don't wanna use it, yet Bobby still feeds it

Ain't ever been afraid, even when he probably should

Cause fear aint a villain, its a friend, its an eden

Opens bottles on the barrel just to look tough

Shootin' eyes at the man on his left who looks the roughest

Joe says " Hey, bobby, you feel like bleedin

If you ant lookin for trouble well then you better be leaving

Bobby's got a 45 magnum

finger dancing' on the hammer like he sees it on the TV

Fresh ink, sight scope just above his wrist

He says "Joe don't get cocky." Joe says "I only get greedy

He never had a chance with his hand on beer glass

Holes in the back of Bobby's chair; Joe was too fast

Now all he hears as he hades out to black, Joe shoots a beam shot then he grins with a laugh

"Hey Bobby, how you doin'? Better yet, how ya feelin?" Hey Joe, I'm in trouble and I'm bleedin