Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

They used to call me lightenin', I was always quick to strike

Had every- thing I own in the saddles on my bike

I had a reputation for never stayin' very long

Just like a wild and restless drifter like a cowboy in a song

I met a darkhaired beauty where they laid the whiskey down

In southern Arizona, in a little border town

She had to dance for money in that dusty old saloon

I dropped a dollar in the jukebox, played that girl a tune, yeah

(Chorus)

Never see it comin' just hits you by sur- prise,.-

It's that cold place in your soul, that fire in her eye

Makes you come together like wild horses when they run

Now, the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun

She was sittin' on my lap, we still had shots to kill

When a man pulled up who owned the bar in a cadillac deville

He grabbed her by her raven hair and threw her in the floor

Said, "No free ride for the cowboy that ain't what I pay you for, no"

She jumped up and grabbed my pistol stuck it in the fat man's back

Said, " Open up the safe, put your money in the sack"

Tied his hands behind him and blindfolded his eyes

Said, "If you're dumb enough to chase us, man, you're dumb enough to die"

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Never see it comin' just hits you by sur- prise,.-

It's that cold place in your soul, that fire in her eye

Makes you come together like wild horses when they run

Now, the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun

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We rode across the border down into Mexico

When you're runnin' from the law, ain't that where everybody goes

We came to a town with a name I couldn't spell

She gave me what I came for in that Mexican motel

I woke up to sirens and the sound of runnin' feet

There were 50 Federales locked and loaded in the street

She grabbed my 44, I grabbed the money in the sack

I kissed her for the last time and we headed out the back

Every gun was on us and every heartbeat poundin'

The only thing left to do when they got you all surrounded

She fired that old pistol, but we didn't stand a prayer

Money hit the gravel, bullets filled the air

(Chorus)

Never see it comin' just hits you by sur- prise,.-

It's that cold place in your soul, that fire in her eye

Makes you come together like wild horses when they run

Now, the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun