Straight Shooter

1996

 

Twenty paces apart
From a one eyed witness
Blue steel aimed at my heart
I loaded myself
a straight jacket encases my arms
My holster is baked in clay
I could wake up from my dream
But I just can’t seem
To run away

I’m a straight shooter
On the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
I’m a straight shooter on the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
Get control of my
Straight shooter

I’ve never been home
I’m not sure I have one
I’ve been looking for years
All around the world
Every highway’s my driveway
Every town my front porch
I’d wake up from my dream
But I just can’t seem
To find my front door

I’m a straight shooter
On the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
I’m a straight shooter on the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
Get control of my
Straight shooter

Convicted by tears
From a young child’s mama
The crotch of my soul
Is as cold as ice
In every shotglass a memory
In every chaser a doubt
I’d wake up from my dream
But I just can’t seem
To find my way out

I’m a straight shooter
On the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
I’m a straight shooter on the wrong end of a gun
I try to turn it around
Get control of my
Straight shooter