Hit Hoarder - Smokin Guns Lyrics

I was born a South Paw,
A native Texas outlaw,
A restless soul from the day of my Birth.
Forever cursed to roam,
As a youth I left my home,
Spend my days wandering this Earth.
I moved up through the ranks,
Robbin liquor stores and banks,
And even dirty doctors sellin pills.
He told me that I'd burn,
For taking dope money he earned,
I broke his nose and said I never will.
Smokin guns and empty shells left Broken ones along my trails I've taken Things I know folks got to miss.
But Holy Ghost rosaries saints a' Praying all damn day, won't change the Fact I may be going to Hell.... but not For This..... Not for this.
I caught a crooked preacher touching Kids behind the bleachers,
I took his Rolex and his wedding ring.
I put him on his knees,
And he begged me Mr please,
Was the devil that had made him do These things.
A holy man from God's own clan, Innocent blood on his hands,
But now his evil heart is filled with fear.
And all that I could see was red,
I put my pistol to his head,
And told him the last words he'd ever Hear.
Smokin guns and empty shells left Broken ones along my trails I've taken Things I know folks got to miss.
But Holy Ghost, rosaries saints a' Praying all damn day, won't change the Fact I may be going to Hell.... but not For This
My smoking guns and empty shells Left broken ones along my trails I've Taken things I know folks got to miss.
But Holy Ghost, rosaries saints a' Praying all damn day, won't change the Fact I may be going to Hell.... but not For This_ no Not for this.