Verse 1My, my, what you doing in this wickedest world?
One track mind little slip of a girl
A whispy willow whip, six shooter stuck in the belt
I'm outgunned, outdone, feeling lucky as hell
Plum crazy, might be suicidal
To make camp and weather out the storm in your eyebrows
Clean past? Nah, but then I doubt
If I don't leave the page a little speckled with whiteout
Bushfire when we spoke at the day's end
Loose lipped, order another Coke and a Jameson
Outdoors and we're sitting adjacent
You're short one thief, let me play the replacement
And that's the ghost of the hope train
Door locked, windowblinds closed, taking no names
Let your hair down and I'll pull off the bandana
Ain't a soul coulda seen us in the entire Savannah
And yeah, you tell me you hate me
That's fine, I've been loving enemies lately
Verse 2Coal black eyes, skinny like the sun's angle
Rode so fast that she got my spurs tangled
Sage in the brush, lipstick on my pillow
You're the ghost in the hills, and I'm the wind in your willows
And so remind me again, just in case you forgot
That you pack a tongue sharper than the knife in your stocking
We can try to lay low, with a scorn for the law
Call me the devil's right arm, I'm the man for the job
Yeah, I do my best to behave
But I could do with a drink and a professional shave
Quickest in the west, from the desert to plain
So danger, gunslinger grab your saddle and reigns
We let you know who the hardest
Reach for the sky, you make a beautiful target
Let your hair down and I'll pull off the bandana
Ain't a soul coulda seen us in the entire Savannah
Yeah, you tell me you hate me
That's fine, I've been loving enemies lately