Ghost Ridin' ft. Jack Grandchamp & MACT Lyrics

45 shoot six but my partner got my back

When the clocktower tick we'll be off in a dash

Gone with the wind got sacks full of cash

Strapped to our saddles hope the law never catch us

They'll try to snatch us and blast us

Got the twin pistols like a matchup

But we got the whiskey in the glass cup

Bounty level high wanted dead or alive

Right by the train tracks they're gonna try and cap us

Left em black and blue now the dude is calling back up

Jack and Hooves put ur whole crew out of action

Got the duffel bags we need to bring the racks in

Saddle up it's almost sundown in the faction

Masks on ridin with the wind to our backs and a

Map to the loot headed to the bank laughin

Stake out the scene then we crack in the safe

I'll watch the door you do the extraction

We got company cops gonna start harassing

We're surrounded I think we need to start blasting

I got the money jack let's go now and fasten

Your boot straps up cuz we're gonna need traction

I got dynamite and my trusty little magnum

Grab the silver and the gold but don't forget the platinum

We can hole up here good thing i brought the Gatlin

Clock strikes high noon soon to start battling

Move em in Move em out

MACT bandits on the run again

Saddled up horse with a gun in hand

Move em in Move em out stick em up

Gotta get to town before sundown

Or the streets will painted red and burned down

Riding west towards the sun we need to make camp

Hiding chests with the guns and gold to take a chance

I see dust clouds behind the men on the horizon

I'm no mathematician but I don't think we're surviving

If we turned back now it would be unwise

But one last time id love to see the sunrise

Then lets take a few with us there'll be no hidin

Soon we'll all be spirits in the sky ghost ridin

Go out with a bang make a legendary exit

Make sure that MACT is the last ones they mess with

We can set up a trap when they pass we can test it

Dynamite rigged and the blast is impressive

Shhh.. stand still. When they walk by I'm gonna drop the anvil

Once it hits their heads they'll be dead and then we bury them in the landfill

With Craig And his crew of ten

Smoke a fat pack of cigarillos once we through with them

I wonder what else we could do with them?

Drag em by our horses once their torso's torn through we can

Ride out to the desert leave their corpses in a cougar's den

Either way it goes we'll make it where very few attend

Their futile endeavor's now coming to a brutal end

Let's tie them to the railroad that's a crucial mend

We can stop the group of them by giving them some rufilin

Move em in Move em out

MACT bandits on the run again

Saddled up horse with a gun in hand

Move em in Move em out stick em up

Gotta get to town before sundown

Or the streets will painted red and burned down