He was the type
That liked to write his own adventures
He left his guns, he left two kids
And left his pictures
Well that's when I heard she said
She said, "You're gonna end up dead"
She put that gun up to his head
And took his picture
She took his picture
Her folks are gone
She's got no kids and got no sisters
She's got a gun
She's got two kids and got his pictures
Well that's when I heard she said
She said, "You're gonna end up dead"
She put that gun up to his head
And took his picture
She took his picture
He picked her up
He thought she was some hippie hitcher
She waved a gun
She waved so long and took his picture
Well that's when I heard she said
She said, "I knew you'd end up dead"
She put that gun up to his head
And took his picture
She took his picture
She took his picture
She took his picture
She said,
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?