Music: Kaleigh Rose Baker
Monday; I gave you my halo
You left with the quickness
Never to return
Tuesday; I left with my pistol
I met you on Sixth Street
With the lust in my eyes
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, HEY!
Iʼm running from the law
Heʼll bring me to justice for the wrong that
Iʼve done I shot shot shot, I shot you down
Your body it fell to the ground
Opa! Opa! Opa!
The Sheriff canʼt catch me
Iʼm slick as an end game
with a love of escape
Saturday morning in Kingston
They found me in the moonshine
Alive and with the sickness, my gun in my hand
They shot shot shot, they shot me down
my body it fell to the ground
I lifted my pistol and said
“I should have had tequila instead”
Nobody told you that love could hurt like this
Nobody told you I could hurt you