Shooter Lyrics

Rednex


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Jan M. Eriksson, Lizette Van Panajott
album: Track 10 in album Sex & Violins
release date: 1995
popularity : 33 users have visited this page.
length: 3:45

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"Hey honey, where the hell
Is my shooter now?!"

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

Now, the man I love
Is a wanted man
With a price
Put on his head
Every deputy
Wants a tag on his toe
He's better off
With me

So together,
We can start a new
You can plow the field
And I will make your stew
Come on, darling,
Settle down with me
Put your shooter down

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

Sometimes I think
That the gun in your hand
Means more to you
Than me
But I know better,
You are getting old
You will need
A family

And then, on Sundays,
We can go to church
Time for you
To end your search
Here's your life,
Take a look at me
'Cause I will be
Your wife

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down

Come to me, baby
No, don't tell me "maybe"
When we are married
Your shooter
Are gonna get burried

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

You can call me honey,
You can steal my money
You can try again and
You can pray to Heaven
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down
But I tell you, honey,
Like the sun is sunny
Baby, I won't put
My shooter down


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Cotton-Eye Joe
  • 2 Hittin’ the Hay
  • 3 Riding Alone
  • 4 Wish You Were Here
  • 5 Mary Lou
  • 6 Old Pop in an Oak
  • 7 Nowhere in Idaho
  • 8 The Sad but True Story of Ray Mingus, the Lumberjack of Bulk Rock City, and His Never Slacking Strive to Exploit the So Far Undiscovered Areas of Intention to Bodily Intercourse From the Opposite Species of His Kind, During Intake of All the Mental Condition That Could Be Derived From Fermentation.
  • 9 Fat Sally Lee
  • 10 Shooter
  • 11 McKenzie Brothers
  • 12 Rolling Home
  • 13 Wild and Free