Wicked Guns

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Roe] Dave Tutt fought for Dixie pride Wild Bill was Union loyal [Derri Daugherty] They fancied one same woman Bad blood began to boil [Terry Scott Taylor] Tutt stole Hickock's pocket watch Foolhardy, whiskey bold [Mike Roe] Tempers flared, pistols fired Dave Tutt laid still and cold [Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor] Them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew Not just one six shooter But two His hands were quick, son His aim was true Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew [Verse 2: Terry Scott Taylor] Bill Mulvey was a reckless lout A killer from Missouri [Derri Daugherty] Aimed his rifle at Wild Bill Then spun 'round in a hurry [Mike Roe] When Wild Bill yelled, "Don't shoot, he's drunk!" To no one anywhere [Derri Daugherty] Mulvey caught Bill Hickock's bullet in his temple And died there [Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor] Them were wicked guns (Wicked guns) Bill Hickock drew (Hickock drew) Not just one six shooter But two His hands were quick, son (Wicked guns) His aim was true (Hickock drew) Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew 1, 2, ow! [Guitar Solo] [Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor] Them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew Not just one six shooter Count 'em, two His hands were quick, son His aim was true Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew [Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor] Them were wicked guns (Wicked guns) Bill Hickock drew (Hickock drew) Not just one six shooter But two His hands were quick, son (Wicked guns) His aim was true (Hickock drew) Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew [Outro] Shocka, pow pow Shocka, pow, pow, pow Pow