The Tale of Outlaw McKillson Lyrics

Smoking his coffee and drinking his cigarettes

Seems he's been missing out on all his benefits

He sits in his chair

He sits and he stares

As he sits and stares in his chair

Now he's snorting his whiskey and shooting his cocaine

He's got scars on his arms and I think he's in pain

He sits in the bar

Scars on his arms

Scars on his arms in the bar

He's staying out late

And saying he's great

Just like cheese left out in the sun

But he doesn't melt

He just wraps his belt

Around another girl's neck til he's done

Yeah he won't stop killing

Or drinking he's filling

His tires to pressure again

So when he runs down

A rodeo clown

He won't scratch his new coat of paint

He's running from the law boys

Running with a smoke

Tucked right behind his ear

He's hoping maybe he

Can kill them with cancer

Run away and marry his beer

Now Outlaw McKillson

He was the best

The devil so said he was skilled

Thats until one day he went down to hell

And the devil's the man that he killed

Yes the devil's the man that he killed

Now you may think a man who killed the devil

Can't be made of stone

But the truth is outlaw McKillson just wanted to take his throne for his own

Just wanted to take his throne for his own

And outlaw McKillson sat on his throne

And you know what he said to himself

Well they say that home is where the heart is

Well my hearts always lived here in hell

And the road I've ridden has been winding and winding

but the side has always been rough and wrong

And now in the heart of the dark I can sing

but will have no redemption song