The Way of the Gun - Death Dealer

In life a man has to find his own way

One thing has kept me from an early grave

I keep moving ahead and pounding

And pounding and pounding the night

If you don’t feel alive, then you are a slave

This town is mine to defend

I’ll try to survive see it through to the end

We’re surrounded by men

With contempt for the law

So I call

The way of the gun

It’s not just how the west was won

But for me it’s a way of life

The way of the gun

The way of the gun

I’m always out on the run

I’ll live free or die, the way of the gun

I’ll bury your lies along with the dead

A new sheriff’s in town

There’s a price on your head

You’re a wretch and a leech

Who is wasted and empty

With nothing to give

I’ve decided I won’t let you live

I protect who we are

With gunpowder and lead

And this silver star

Outlaws and redskins curse these very lands

So I’ll use these deadly hands