Six Shoother Blues

They call me Gunsmoke Johnny cause my guns ain't never cold enough Well, I'm a Gunsmoke Johnny and my guns ain't never cold enough I love to hang around the bars and spend my nights on hardwood floors Well the other night a lady came in trhu the swinging door She was a sizzling' hot mama with a pair of legs just to die for She put my six-shooter in her hands and asked what this is for? Slow down baby, treat this pistol nice Are you sure you want to know how a real cowboy shots? I guess I still have some rounds, let me draw my gun I'll give you one, two, three, four, five... And the sixth if you still want more jive Well my baby loves to shot my pistol and she can't stop Well My baby loves to shot my pistol and she can't stop When she starts to pull the trigger keeps on shooting till the sun comes up Oh what a Saturday night we had shooting in ole Kay's saloon My fingers were numb and my barrel was too hot but she just wanted to pull me through And now even my hair hurts, such an ache is this six-shooter blues Slow down baby treat my pistol nice Are you sure you want to know how a real cowboy shots? I guess I still have some rounds, just let me draw my gun I'll give you one, two, three, four, five... And the sixth if you still want more jive Slow down baby treat my pistol nice Are you sure you want to know how a real cowboy shots? I guess I still have some rounds, just let me draw my gun I'll give you one, two, three, four... Slow down baby treat my pistol nice Are you sure you want to know how a real cowboy shots? I guess I still have some rounds, just let me draw my gun I'll give you one, two, three, four, five... And the sixth if you still want more jive