Smokin' Gun Songtext

Ernest

von Nashville, Tennessee

Smokin' Gun Songtext
From both sides of the track
Out here in Nashville, Tennessee
They ain't rolling out red carpets
For a sinning man like me
But if they did I'd probably walk 'em
Through them pearly gates of Hell
I'd meet the devil at the crossroads
Shake his hand and wish him well

And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun

Load it up

I've always been a praying man
And I'll be one 'til I'm gone
But there ain't a prayer that strong enough
To right me from my wrongs
So, I'll just sit here and I'll raise a glass to the men I could have been
And thank the good Lord up above, ah, that I ain't none of them

And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking gun

And there's smoke on the water
Yeah, there's fire on the sun
If this river ain't made of whiskey
Then there ain't no bullets in this smoking—
Call my bluff and I'm still hoping
Ain't no bullets in this smoking gun
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