Besedila: Kyle Park. Big Time. Half Empty Shotgun.

I rode up into town with a half empty bottle
I threw it on the ground, that damn warm whiskey
I mounted off my mare with a half empty shotgun
But I don't seem to care, I'm gettin' more tonight

I walk through the swingin' doors with my head down
They all saw me keepin' eyes with the floor
I walked up to the bar with a dead cold feeling
I'd made it this far, I was gettin' more tonight

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Still holding my half empty shotgun
Still hoping for a time to use it right
Keep on looking for the right kind of victim
How this whiskey is the death of the night

I grabbed the man by his own blue collar
Said "In my hand, there should be a drink"
I knocked away the glass and only took the bottle
And rode away again, I'm gettin' more tonight

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I'd just got out of town, surrounded by a clear night
I thought I could try and catch up with the sun
All I found was my feet falling all the way
To the ground by myself there I lay

I didn't move but the world wouldn't stop turning
The sky seemed blue, but it was only my emotions
I tried so hard to be so cool
With a half empty bottle, or is it half full

I rode back to town with a hand full of leather
I jumped to the ground when I reached the world
Took out my half empty shotgun and pulled the
Trigger that made my life unwind
I guess I got mine tonight