Warstoryville Lyrics - U.s. Bombs

Here lies the dead outlaws who lived 

One of the gang made a deal with Pinkerton Jesse 

Told Frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot in the back 

As soon as he turned his head 

The Midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy-six 

Show down in front of saloons with Billy the kid 

We gotta go rob a train and we're takin' down all the bank 

Will have money tonight sit by the fire tellin' 

Whiskey fibs sippin' off a still in Warstoryville 

Flip the coin will ya live or will ya kill? 

Sippin' off a still in Warstoryville 

The glory in the stories of the west 

50 men died last night in a bar room brawl 

A bordello wench got drunk and caused it 

All the Indians had their way, war paint on their face 

A cowboy crawled and put the chief away