Whiskey, Gunpowder, and Her (**) (Alt 2)

Met her where the border bleeds, Barroom eyes and a smile that feeds. She poured my fate in a glass of sin, Said, “Drink up, boy — you’ll never win.”

He had a scar that told a lie, Said he shot the sheriff just to see him cry. I kissed the smoke right off his breath, And dared the world to bet on death.

Whiskey, gunpowder, and her — Three things I can’t forget or cure. She’s the flame, I’m the spark — We light the night, then curse the dark.

We robbed a train, we took the fall, The lawman swore he’d take it all. But love don’t beg, and bullets fly — We carved our names across the sky.

If Hell’s our home, we’ll make it sweet, Two hearts burning on the devil’s seat. The whiskey’s gone, the road’s still wide — He’s my sin, and I’m his pride.

Whiskey, gunpowder, and her — Three ghosts the angels won’t deter. If I die tonight, let the heavens learn — I lived for whiskey, gunpowder, and her.

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