"OK Corral" lyrics
I don't care anymore more
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She's pulling up hot, says she wants to be the girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
I am the last gun Casanova
Dug every dirt road through the town
Girl, I don't care, I'm glad it's over
But I see you hanging out with all of the ones that put me down
I like the things you do, but I'm over you
Like my bike, riding the country, listening to Ella
You're not the only one who wants to shoot my gun, so rat-a-tat, we done
I don't care anymore more
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She pulling up hot, says she wants to be my girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
I used to get the gram, now I get the seven digits
Used to ask them for a plan, now they ask me if I'm with it
They used to call me "Jimmy Crack Corn"
I get a wake-up call on the norm
I was in love with a girl with only one-hit record
Yo, Kevin, wait a second
Don't you know you're the chosen, and you're the secret weapon
Imagine being living and a legend
Question mark
I like the things you do
I tried it, but I'm cowboy lonely forever
You're not the only one who knows how to shoot my gun, so rat-a-tat, we done
I don't care anymore more
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She pulling up hot, says she wants to be my girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
You're up the creek with no paddle, 'cause he's all hat, no cattle
What if the cause makes a rebel
I'm laying back in the saddle
You up the creek with no paddle, 'cause he's all hat, no battle
What if the cause makes a rebel
I'm laying back in the saddle
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She's pulling up hot, says she wants to be the girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
I am the last gun Casanova
Dug every dirt road through the town
Girl, I don't care, I'm glad it's over
But I see you hanging out with all of the ones that put me down
I like the things you do, but I'm over you
Like my bike, riding the country, listening to Ella
You're not the only one who wants to shoot my gun, so rat-a-tat, we done
I don't care anymore more
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She pulling up hot, says she wants to be my girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
I used to get the gram, now I get the seven digits
Used to ask them for a plan, now they ask me if I'm with it
They used to call me "Jimmy Crack Corn"
I get a wake-up call on the norm
I was in love with a girl with only one-hit record
Yo, Kevin, wait a second
Don't you know you're the chosen, and you're the secret weapon
Imagine being living and a legend
Question mark
I like the things you do
I tried it, but I'm cowboy lonely forever
You're not the only one who knows how to shoot my gun, so rat-a-tat, we done
I don't care anymore more
They be knocking at my door door
It's a sunny afternoon
Find me at the saloon
Every man sins, so we're all criminals
She pulling up hot, says she wants to be my girl
I pulled up slow, cowboy turn around, then we hit the OK Corral
You're up the creek with no paddle, 'cause he's all hat, no cattle
What if the cause makes a rebel
I'm laying back in the saddle
You up the creek with no paddle, 'cause he's all hat, no battle
What if the cause makes a rebel
I'm laying back in the saddle
