Finger On The Trigger

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 ********?

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!