Half Empty Shotgun

I rode up into town with a half empty bottle

I threw it on the ground, that damn warm whiskey

I mounted off my mare with a half empty shotgun

But I don't seem to care, I'm gettin' more tonight

I walk through the swingin' doors with my head down

They all saw me keepin' eyes with the floor

I walked up to the bar with a dead cold feeling

I'd made it this far, I was gettin' more tonight

Still holding my half empty shotgun

Still hoping for a time to use it right

I keep on looking for the right kind of victim

How this whiskey is the death of the night

I grabbed the man by his own blue collar

Said "In my hand, there should be a drink"

I knocked away the glass and only took the bottle

And rode away again, I'm gettin' more tonight

Still holding my half empty shotgun

Still hoping for a time to use it right

Keep on looking for the right kind of victim

How this whiskey is the death of the night

I'd just got out of town, surrounded by a clear night

I thought I could try and catch up with the sun

All I found was my feet falling all the way

To the ground by myself there I lay

I didn't move but the world wouldn't stop turning

The sky seemed blue, but it was only my emotions

Well, I tried so hard to be so cool

With a half empty bottle, or is it half full

I rode back to town with a hand full of leather

I jumped to the ground when I reached the world

Took out my half empty shotgun

And pulled the trigger that made my life unwind

I guess I got mine tonight