Smokin’ Gun

From both sides of the track

Out here in Nashville, Tennessee

They ain't rolling out red carpets

For a sinning man like me

But if they did I'd probably walk 'em

Through them pearly gates of Hell

I'd meet the devil at the crossroads

Shake his hand and wish him well

And there's smoke on the water

Yeah, there's fire on the sun

If this river ain't made of whiskey

Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun

Load it up

I've always been a prayin' man

And I'll be one till I'm gone

But there ain't a prayer that strong enough

To right me from my wrongs

So I'll just sit here and I'll raise a glass to the men I could have been

And thank the good Lord up above, ah, that I ain't none of them

And there's smoke on the water

Yeah, there's fire on the sun

If this river ain't made of whiskey

Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun

And there's smoke on the water

Yeah, there's fire on the sun

If this river ain't made of whiskey

Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin'—

Call my bluff and I'm still hoping

Ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun