Beer for my horses

Well a man come on the six‘o clock news

Saying somebody got shot, somebody‘s been abused

Somebody blew up a building somebody stole a car

Somebody got away, somebody didn‘t get to far

yeah, they didn‘t get to far.

Grandpappy told my pappy back in my day son

That aman had to answer for the wicked he done

Take all the rope in Texas, find a tall oak tree

Round up all of them bad boys, hang them high in the streets

Cause justice is one thing you should always find

You gotta saddle up your boys, you gotta draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we‘ll sing a victory tune

And we‘ll all meet back at the local salloon

And we‘ll raise up our glasses against evil forces sayin

Whiskey for my man, beer for my horses –>(spilað tvisvar í öðru og þriðja viðlagi)

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds

To much corruption and crime in the streets

It‘s time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground

Send them all to their maker and he‘ll settle them down

You can bet he‘ll set‘em down.

Cause justice is one thing you should always find

You gotta saddle up your boys, you gotta draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we‘ll sing a victory tune

And we‘ll all meet back at the local salloon

And we‘ll raise up our glasses against evil forces sayin

Whiskey for my man, beer for my horses

Whiskey for my man, beer for my horses

Cause justice is one thing you should always find

You gotta saddle up your boys, you gotta draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we‘ll sing a victory tune

And we‘ll all meet back at the local salloon

And we‘ll raise up our glasses against evil forces sayin

Whiskey for my man, beer for my horses

Whiskey for my man, beer for my horses