Gunsmith's Waltz
If your man done got you down
Shoot his ass
If your man's been running around
Shoot his ass
If your man just drives you crazy
If he's dumb or mean or lazy
Tell the judge it all went hazy,
Shoot his ass
Come to my gun shop on the edge of town
Shoot his ass
Choose your piece and lay your money down
Shoot his ass
Take the gun back to your street
Make him grovel at your feet
Kiss his cheek and smile real sweet and then
Shoot his ass
Inspector thought your case worth a listen
Oh it looked a little yeah suspicious
Make it look like an accident and
Shoot his ass.
Mama, let me know if his room's for rent,
Shoot his ass
Go upstairs to your jewelry drawer
Put six shells in your .44,
Yeah, there's gonna be blood on your no-wax floor, mama,
Shoot his ass
And he'll sing "No no no no, don't kill me baby"
"No No No No don't kill me baby"
"No no no no No no no no, don't kill me baby"
You might leave on a 12 to life journey
Shoot his ass
But you might do better with a good attorney
Shoot his ass
Take that oath on a 12 mile run;
Tell the judge you were just cleaning your gun
And you'd never do that to your only one
Shoot his ass
Yeah, shoot his ass
Yeah, shoot his ass
Vals del Armero
Si tu hombre te ha decepcionado
Máta su trasero
Si tu hombre anda de juerga
Máta su trasero
Si tu hombre te vuelve loca
Si es tonto, malo o perezoso
Dile al juez que todo se volvió borroso
Máta su trasero
Ven a mi armería en las afueras de la ciudad
Máta su trasero
Elige tu arma y paga
Máta su trasero
Lleva el arma de vuelta a tu calle
Hazlo arrastrarse a tus pies
Bésale la mejilla y sonríe dulcemente y luego
Máta su trasero
El inspector pensó que tu caso valía la pena escuchar
Oh, parecía un poco sospechoso
Haz que parezca un accidente y
Máta su trasero
Mamá, avísame si su habitación está en alquiler
Máta su trasero
Sube a tu cajón de joyas
Pon seis balas en tu .44
Sí, habrá sangre en tu piso sin cera, mamá
Máta su trasero
Y él cantará "No no no no, no me mates nena"
"No No No No no me mates nena"
"No no no no No no no no, no me mates nena"
Puedes terminar en un viaje de 12 a la vida
Máta su trasero
Pero podrías hacerlo mejor con un buen abogado
Máta su trasero
Haz ese juramento en una carrera de 12 millas
Dile al juez que solo estabas limpiando tu arma
Y que nunca harías eso a tu único amor
Máta su trasero
Sí, máta su trasero
Sí, máta su trasero