i gotta little problem that needs solvin my friend
and if my hand wasn't so steady you'd already know what it is
it ain't no thang to bring the pain by the gallon
so take your best swing and let's see what happens
god forbid you really wanna get live
holdin a cold .44 drinkin colt 45
lucky man the angry end is pointed south
i got an itchy trigger finger better watch your mouth

i got this cold hand and a warm gun
there's nowhere left to run
i been holdin on for oh so long
the situation's become
cumbersome
so let's take 10 steps
and count how far we've come

i'm just hopin you're open to gettin brave
you're better off to stay away
the sky's turnin ugly shades of gray
no i've never been afraid
care not what you got to say
there's no longer use for you to pray
the devil's already out to play
come on make my day

i got this cold hand and a warm gun
there's nowhere left to run
i been holdin on for oh so long
the situation's become
cumbersome
so let's take 10 steps
and count how far we've come

no use for a name on the open range ya dig
keep talkin you'll be walkin .12 gauge in your ribs
no skin off my hide no kick on my side a seasoned vet
you walk that way i'll walk this see where we get
you bet joe esposito admitted who was the best one guess
swagger like a happy dog that follow s
rugged as the dude's abode before the theft
so take 10 steps and turn and we'll see who's left

i got this cold hand and a warm gun
there's nowhere left to run
i been holdin on for oh so long
the situation's become
cumbersome
so let's take 10 steps
and count how far we've come

ain't no tellin where the lightning strikes
gonna get my fill if it takes all night that's right
livin in the absence of lamplight
yell into the night never give up the fight
this little light burn bright in a storm
never ignore any call to perform
long live sin and long live the scorn
no control over what is outta site
stare into the light even if it's bright
might turn back burn that bridge overnight
don't feed a dog with a tendency to bite
reach new heights with a kite in a storm
not born to conform to the trite forlorn
long live sin and long live the scorn