"standoff" lyrics

Pull right off the road there
I'm gonna rob this place
You ain't going anywhere
Cuz I got my gun to your face

Young brother you can try me
But I've wasted too much time
I should be in there robbing
Now we're standing on the line

Young boy you picked a gun fight
And I declare you must die
Not one man stood before me
Beat the speed of my forty-five

It's hot July in Texas and he draws a line in sand
I walk ten paces back
And I start shaking off my hands

Said, "If you rob these people here
I don't want to tell you twice
I'm faster than your shadow
I'll be the ender of your life."