Big Tex

Another complex, Big Tex, 20 and hit You keep a notched up side piece with one in the clip And it's getting late downtown but you can run with the kids And you let it fly out loud with a rag in your lips Black dress princess tied to your hip And leather concho kicks that make you 6-foot-6 You trick a good-sized crowd into calling you slick I better shut my mouth Saw you better out of range, I got in the way (Saw you better out of range) I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away (I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away) Rough neck gut check, packing a lip You know a cowboy killer by the color he spit In a bitter shake, two rounds lookin' quicker to hit And you got that look in your eye, oh you do! Ya ya! The call me back heart attack Would you please let me know if I'm lookin' good In my party hat like a rodeo clown who would hit a Bull for the money bag Slapping paint on my frown So I feel ok when I'm looking back Don't look back Saw you better out of range, I got in the way (Saw you better out of range) I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away (I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away) Saw you better out of range, I got in the way (Saw you better out of range) I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away (I'm a shooter with the breaks out pulling away)