How many nights must I wonder, And how many nights must I wait? How many nights full of thunder, And tell me how many man must I hate? Putting one foot after the other On a highway that never ends. With a blues note comes from a guitar, I jump back in the saddle again.
And I got my finger on the trigger, I'll shoot the big one and blow you away. I got my finger on the trigger, I'll shoot the big one and blow you away.
Like a scene from an old western movie Where they hang 'em by ropes from a tree. The system has all been so groovy, But not when it happens to me. And I'm throwing one punch after another On a prize fight that never ends. With a blues note from Frigo's guitar, I jump back in the saddle again.
Repeat Chorus.
Well how many times does it feel like Life's just one big pile of bullshit? And everybody seems to be out For a little bit of everybody else's? Well here's a little bit of advice, Get yourself a big old .45, And blow your troubles away!