Yeah, hey, I've seen the Bad Lands, I've held awhirlwind in my hand

Slept in the centre, Whiskey has washed away the sand, yeah

Gamblers who cheated, And

Sheriffs who lied, The last thing

they saw, From the death that they died, Was my Smokin' 45, my

smokin' 45



Ten thousand dollars, That's what I'm worth dead or alive, Six loaded chambers, Ten men rode up not

one survived, They got my name

on the telegraph wire, Dead men's faces and a gun that's for hire,

Gamblers who cheated

And Sheriffs who lied

The last thing they saw,

From the death that they died

Was my smokin' 45, my smokin'

45, yeah



I'm riding south to the Mexico line

Posse behind me

And they're making good time

Men with vendetta's,

Who shouldn't have tried,

To reach for quick fame,

With a gun at their side

Against my smokin' 45,

My smokin' 45,

My smokin' 45,

I'm talking about my smokin' 45



My smokin' 45

Smokin' 45

Smokin' 45



Gonna get you, can depend my friend

Gonna get you, dead or alive

My smokin', smokin', smokin' 45, yeah