Shoot From the Hip

High noon in a gun slingin' town Steel spurs clinging on the red dirt ground Saloon doors swinging wide open It's about to go down Outlaws ridin' out of the hills Shootin' moonshine and shotgun shells A bunch of hell raisers wanna send you to your maker No time to saddle up so you gotta act now and Shoot from the hip, ask questions later Shoot from the hip, come on (woo-hoo-oo) Sometimes the only peace maker Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip You gotta shoot from the hip (woo-hoo-oo) Shoot from the hip The dust settles, the barrels go cold And it's deuces wild at the watering hole Turns out cards and hard liquor don't mix too well And this joker with an ace up his sleeve And a midnight special where nobody can see I show him four of a kind, he gets red in the eye He flips the table over, I reach for mine and Shoot from the hip, ask questions later Shoot from the hip, come on (woo-hoo-oo) Sometimes the only peace maker Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip You gotta shoot from the hip (woo-hoo-oo) Shoot from the hip Sometimes the only peace maker Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip You won't find me six feet under You won't find me takin' cover 'Cause I'm more than the roar of the thunder Ha-ha-ha-ha... Shoot from the hip, ask questions later Shoot from the hip, come on (woo-hoo-oo) Sometimes the only peace maker Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip You gotta shoot from the hip Shoot from the hip Sometimes the only peace maker Is a hairpin trigger in a fingertip You gotta shoot from the hip (woo-hoo-oo) Shoot from the hip Shoot from the hip (woo-hoo-oo) Oh, shoot from the hip