Strapped on my holster low across my hips,
Two Colt
I know you can make it in this world on
I am not a devil
I am not a saint
You can't
A man filled with doubt, down and out and so
once in a while
someone comes along
that one in a million
I'm gonna hold who needs holdin'
Mend what needs mendin'
Walk what
I remember as a child on a dark stormy night
You made up your mind it was time it was
From the thoughts that I've been thinkin'
I should think of
It happens to a mother when she is giving birth
Her