Two Pistols Hank
Ballad about a fictitious character named Two Pistols Hank. He was a Jesse James type, terrorizing the Wild West in the 1880's.
Bitte beachten: Dieser Text ist urheberrechtlich geschützt und darf ohne vorherige und ausdrückliche Genehmigung von Premium Lyrics - auch in Teilen oder in überarbeiteter Form - nicht kopiert oder weiterverwendet werden.
In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
Back in the 1800s
There was a man named two pistol Hank
And if he weren't fighting or drinking
He' was robbing a bank
Hank was a mountain of a man
And stood at least 6 foot four
there was nothing but silence
When he came through the saloon door
He always drank whiskey
With a beer back
Sitting up against the wall
Ready for an attack
Yeah he was a wanted man
And the reward for him was high
But forget about being brave
Unless you wanna die
Yeah two pistol Hank
His guns always loaded
as hard to stop
As a speeding locomotive
As good with his fists
As he was with his guns
Yeah who were next
To be the unlucky ones
2 pistols strong
the best with his guns
2 pistol Hank
Would kill ya just for fun
Then one fateful day
As he rode in to a new town
Hank knew something felt different
Yeah shit was about to go down
Hank rode up to the saloon
And hitched his horse tight
The next thing he knew
He was in a gun fight
The posse had been there
Many hours ahead, and
By the end of this fight
The legend would be dead
Yeah two pistols Hank
His guns always loaded
as hard to stop
As a speeding locomotive
As good with his fists
As he was with his guns
Yeah who were next
To be the unlucky ones
© Howard Aronson 2021
EN-US
EN-EU
