One Shot

Hey there, mister bartender, let me tell you a song
Last night I came rolling home, and here's what I found
Well they didn't see me coming, but I knew all along
My good gal and my best friend, well they had something going on.

So bartender, it's one shot to kill my pain,
One shot to kill my joy,
One shot to kill my baby,
One shot to kill my boy.

Well she tried to say she's sorry; an' he tried to play it cool,
I tried to show those two-timers who's playin' who for a fool.
She said, Jimmy, please; he said, Jimmy, don't.
I said it's time I teach you two something you already know.

That's why it's one shot to kill my pain,
One shot to kill my joy,
One shot to kill my baby,
One shot to kill my boy.

Now life ain't gonna be easy livin' on the run
Each night I lay my head down on a pillow on a gun
So barman, take this dollar, and if the sheriff comes lookin' for James
Please pour that man some whiskey, and tell him it's one shot on Jimmy Hayes.

Until then it's one shot to kill my pain,
One shot to kill my joy,
One shot to kill my baby,
One shot to kill my boy.

One shot to kill my pain,
One shot to kill my joy,
One shot to kill my baby,
One shot to kill my boy.