Bullet with My Name

I carry A bullet in my pocket.

Engraved with my own damn name.

If I ever loose this bullet.

I'll have myself, I have myself to blame.

Bartender pour me A tall one.

So I can wash away the sand.

Bourbon's running down my throat.

The glass stays empty in my hand.

A bullet with my name.

Skin cracked from the desert wind.

Dusk makes my face look pale.

Fill my glass up to the brim.

For I got hellhounds on my trail.

A bullet with my name.

But I'm not insane

When the reaper comes A calling.

Whispering my name.

He sure ain't hesitating.

To feed me to the flames.

A bullet with my name.

I hear them call my name.

The lord has turned his back on me.

For I'm an evil seed.

I can't take back the things I've done.

I'm A liar and A cheat.

A bullet with my name.

So thats why I keep that bullet.

Close to my own heart.

And pray I'll never loose it.

As I drift into the dark.

A bullet with my name.

With my name... that's right.