[Verse 1] Cool morning Sittin on the tailgate, fog in the trees Paper hung downrange Bright white shining like it’s calling on me Sweat on your shirt? Pack it up, son, you already done gone wrong I like that dry air, thin glare Breathe slow, settle in, get calm [Chorus] I just wanna shoot my rifle, dial that zero in tight Bright target burning out there in the light If Sweats dripping, I’m slipping, that’s a wasted round So I wait on a wind rolling through to cool me down I’ll stack three shots quicker than you can cuss my name Fast groups, real truth, that’s a dead mans game I’ll shoot faster than you [Verse 2] Little red dot Dancing on the paper where my mind’s been set First squeeze, low left Second walks it over where it oughta get Third one kisses Right into the bull where the others lay I grin, let it sink in That’s a good cold-bore kind of day [Chorus] I just wanna shoot my rifle, dial that zero in tight Bright target burning out there in the light If sweats dripping, I’m slipping, that’s a wasted round So I wait on a wind rolling through to cool me down I’ll stack three shots quicker than you can cuss my name Fast groups, real truth, that’s a dead man’s game I’ll shoot faster than you [Bridge] You chase speed, I shoot center You chase noise, I stay calm You spray steel, I keyhole paper Three little marks in the center of my palm (oh yeah) [Chorus] I just wanna shoot my rifle, dial that zero in tight Bright target burning out there in the light If Sweats dripping, I’m slipping, that’s a wasted round So I wait on a wind rolling through to cool me down I’ll stack three shots quicker than you can cuss my name Fast groups, real truth, that’s a dead man’s game I’ll shoot faster than you
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