Bucket of Guts

Old Willie’s fine, he just takes up with the Devil from time to time
Buy him a beer, watch that smile cross his face from ear to ear
You know I bet it’s true that shit they say he used to do, he probably did
But things were signed in blood and that’s better than your word for swearing
with
I will agree, there’s some nights you don’t go wandering in the trees
But Willie’s fine, he weren’t never found guilty of no crime
Watch him dance with that Colt Walker sticking out his pants
And hear him crow, see him waving that old hat there to and fro
You know, I bet he did the same the night he signed his bloody name onto that
page
And there’s gonna be some dying of old Willie starts to fly into a rage
He’s gonna run out of room to make more notches on his gun
So many kills they’re running out of graves up on that hill
The reason why he chose that summer night for her to die
He found Luann in the arms of a slower-shooting man
Once you cross that line, you know the only thing is time between the kills
And as you might have known, old Willie’s grown to like the way it feels
If he should grin be careful not to look his way again
If he should frown old Willie’s gonna dare you to throw down