[Verse] he had a confident swagger about him, when he swung open the doors to the saloon. his hat was pulled down low in front, with a slightly curled up brim. his spurs jangled when he walked, as he spit in the spittoon. his pistols hung low on both sides, he's got a look in his eyes, like he's wanting to kill. the barkeep slid him a whiskey, as he leaned in to yell, "I'm Tommy Six Guns, from Missouri. I'm here for Johnny Two Nose, best if you send him to me." [Chorus] They call him Tommy Six Guns, and he's really quick on the draw. if he comes looking for you, then you best be runin', cuz he don't care about no law. he'll shoot you down like a mange dog, leave you in a pool of your own blood, lyin' face down in the street. if you can see his eyes, you best be prayin' to God. cuz you're close to bein' another notch on his pistol grip, a trophy of defeat. [Post-Chorus] They call him Tommy Six Guns. don't get on the wrong side of him. if you do, your days are numbered in the sun. unless to him, you're some sort of kin. [Verse 2] well Johnny Two Nose heard Six Guns was a comin'. he hid upstairs inside that dingy old saloon. waited till he thought the time was ripe for gunnin', then slipped down behind Tommy in the back of the room. Well Tommy never flinched, saw the barkeep glance toward his back. he pulled those two shiny Colts from his waist, as he turned and fired twice. Johnny Two Nose fell to the ground, followed by his worn out hat. Tommy shot him once in the heart, once in the head, without needing a thrice. [Chorus] [Post-Chorus] They call him Tommy Six Guns. don't get on the wrong side of him. if you do, your days are numbered in the sun. unless to him, you're some sort of kin. [Outro] Ole' Tommy left that next mornin', with a smile and a shave. he told the townsfolk he'd be closely watchin', for the next soul he had to put into the grave. he said, "Don't forget Tommy Six Guns, from Missouri, forget the law, l'm just not worth catchin'." as he turned front in the saddle and rode on out of town. [Instrumental-Stop Instrumental at 4:11] [Guitar pickin' slowly to the clickiitty clackin' of a tambourine as he heads from town) He was Tommy Six Guns from Missouri. [End]
