I like them big bullets and the sound that they make
when they smack into targets of steel.
Now call me eccentric or maybe just retro.
It's that Old West way I like to feel.
Nothin wrong with those bullets that start with a 3
They're just not what I want when I shoot
I like 45 slugs in a black powder cloud
It's historic and danged fun to boot.
Sure it's hard on these bones that have seen a few years
And no doubt soon I'll have to back down
But until that day comes I'll keep blastin away
Like them boys in those western cow towns
Like Hoppy, and Roy, and Gene, and the Duke
I'll blast away scoundrels and thieves
Like the fearless Lone Ranger and his gleaming white horse
When he shouts at the sky as he leaves
Yup, them big bullets just seem to do it for me
If that ain't your thing, well that's okay
But if given the choice, it sure ain't hard to make
45s for me every dang day
