Face the Fire
©2010 Words and Music by Bob Oister
Verse #1:
Guns and thunder, white smoke and chrome.
No need to wonder, I ride alone.
Smoke and mirrors, is all you'll see.
Won't get much clearer, for you and me.
Chorus #1:
Ooh, yeah I'll be your gun for hire.
Come on girl, it's time to face the fire.
Ooh, baby it's down to the wire.
Come on now it's time to face the fire.
Verse #2:
Hot lead and leather, electric shock.
Ridin' into the midnight, when I'm ready to rock.
Whiskey and diamonds, I'm what you need.
Guitars, dead silence, come watch me bleed.
Chorus #2:
Ooh, yeah I'll be your gun for hire.
Come on girl, it's time to face the fire.
Ooh, baby it's down to the wire.
Come on now it's time to face the fire.
Chorus #3:
Ooh, yeah I'm your gun for hire.
Come on now it's time to face the fire.