Lyrics: Colter Wall
Music: Colter Wall
John Beyers blew three holes in my ride
He put two in the tires and one in the side
The side panel of my 1969
Camaro and so it's John I must find
So I hopped in Pop's pickup and cranked up the heat
Got a clean twenty-two and some shells in the seat
And I lit up a dart and I shifted her down
This south-side Swift Current boy is a north-side bound
John Beyers just bought him a whole mess of pain
He's a fool if he thinks he can do this again
'Cause I'm crossing that track just as soon as this train
Pulls out of the rail yard, ol' John's gonna pay