Shooter Lyrics

Hey honey, where the hell is my shooter now?

You can call me honey,

you can steal my money

You can try again and you can pray to Heaven

But I tell you, honey,

like the sun is sunny

Baby, I won't put my shooter down

Now, the man I love is a wanted man

With a price put on his head

Every deputy wants a tag on his toe

He's better off with me

So together, we can start a new

You can plow the field and I will make your stew

Come on, darling, settle down with me

Put your shooter down

Sometimes I think that the gun in your hand

Means more to you than me

But I know better, you are getting old

You will need a family

And then, on Sundays, we can go to church

Time for you to end your search

Here's your life, take a look at me

'Cause I will be your wife

Come to me, baby

No, don't tell me "maybe"

When we are married

Your shooter are gonna get burried

Hey, hey, hey, hey