Machine Gun Cowboy

It’s no use,
being a good woman.
It’s no use,
being a good man,
Spent half of my life,
drinking whiskey form a barrel.
And in my younger days,
I could barely ever stand.
Yeah, but I’m,
I’m a machine gun cowboy.
Throwing hearts,
throwing hearts, throwing hearts across the moon.
And I’m a man,
I’m a man without a home
Yeah, but I’m going up,
going up to heaven soon.
Yeah, but I’m going up,
I’m going up to heaven soon
And, yeah, but I’m going up,
going up to heaven soon.