U.S. Bombs

Here lies the dead outlaws who lived

One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse

Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back

As soon as he turned his head

The Midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy-six

Show down in front of saloons with Billy the kid

We gotta go rob a train and we're takin' down all the bank

Will have money tonight sit by the fire tellin'

Whiskey fibs sippin' off a still in Warstoryville

Flip the coin will ya live or will ya kill?

Sippin' off a still in Warstoryville

The glory in the stories of the west

50 men died last night in a bar room brawl

A bordello wench got drunk and caused it

All the Indians had their way, war paint on their face

A cowboy crawled and put the chief away