I used to think this southern town couldn't possibly contain me and you
I see you passing in these badlands, a cowpoke I once knew
I see you strutting in them wranglers, the same damn ones I lent you
A little colder in this pup tent, my cot still smells like you
We ride into the sunset, opposite directions
Two desperados desperate to find that lotto
That California gold that once lined each others arms
Now lines their bullet, now lines my gun
I catch these bullets with my teeth
A sheriff of my word
You shot that lead plum through my heart
I've been roosted since you
Full as a tick in this saloon
You've turned me to an outlaw
Straying from the line we'd once followed, ace high
My momma says the bone orchard awaits this road, but we're above snakes now
Ride into the sunset, opposite directions
Two desperados desperate to find that lotto
That California gold that once lined each others arms
Now lines their bullet, now lines my gun