MONTANA IN TIME
© Greg Keeler 1989

Cold Dead Fingers

Chorus:
When they pry it out of my cold dead fingers,
I'll give up my gun.
Lord, it's heaven rolled into one barrel,
And one barrel is better than none.
Yes, when they pry it out of my cold dead fingers,
I'll give up my gun.
Said it's heaven rolled into one barrel,
And one barrel is better than none

When I find something that bugs me,
Hell, I know I'm in for some fun.
'Cause I can head for the Chevy,
And I can whip out the gun,
And I can sight her in gently,
And when that thing starts to run,
Don't you know that I can put a little hole there
Where there didn't used to be none.

Chorus

Supposin' I'm at home asleep, the kids and little honey sleepin' too,
And all the sudden there's this great big shadow on my window,
Looks like Janet Reno and the ATF. Well, what the hell'm I s'posed to Do
'f I can't reach down beneath the bed and grab that cold
And shiny steel and fill shadow up with lead
And keep Amer'ca strong unless they kill me first.

Chorus

Had my 264 magnum
The other day around dawn,
When I spied me a gopher
Just crossin' my lawn,
So I adjusted my cross-hairs,
Then it weren't very long
'Fore I put a little bitty hole on one side
And the other side was all gone.