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Toby Keith – “Bullets In The Gun”

About the Song

In 2010, country music mainstay Toby Keith released his fourteenth studio album, aptly titled “Bullets In The Gun”. The title track, a potent blend of classic country storytelling and a touch of outlaw swagger, became a signature song for the artist.

“Bullets In The Gun” isn’t your typical country ballad. It’s a gritty, action-packed narrative that unfolds like a scene straight out of a Western movie. Keith’s signature baritone growls a tale of high stakes and hard choices. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where danger lurks around every corner, and justice, if found, might come with a bang.

The song isn’t without its humor. Keith injects a wink and a nudge with lines like “threw her on the floor said no free rides for the cowboys that ain’t what I paid for.” However, the core of the song revolves around themes of survival and taking responsibility for your actions – a message that resonates with Keith’s core audience.

Musically, “Bullets In The Gun” is a driving, guitar-heavy anthem. The steady drumbeat and twangy electric guitar create a sense of urgency that perfectly complements the song’s narrative. It’s a track that’s built for arena singalongs and late-night jukeboxes, a testament to Keith’s ability to craft catchy, radio-friendly songs without sacrificing his signature edge.

“Bullets In The Gun” wasn’t necessarily a critical darling, but it became a fan favorite, reaching number 12 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart. It’s a song that perfectly encapsulates Toby Keith’s persona: a tough-talking patriot with a heart of gold, always ready for a fight and a good time. Whether you crave a good dose of action-packed storytelling or just want to crank up the volume and sing along, “Bullets In The Gun” delivers the goods.

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Lyrics: Bullets in the Gun

They used to call me lightning
I was always quick to strike
Had everything I own
In the saddles on my bike
I had a reputation
For never staying very long
Just like a wild and restless drifter
Like a cowboy in a songI met a darkhaired beauty
Where they lay the whiskey down
In southern Arizona
In a little border town
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
Played that girl a tune, yeahNever see it comin’
It just hits you by surprise
It’s that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
That makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gunShe was sittin’ on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up
Who owned the bar
In a Cadillac Deville
Grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her on the floor
Said, “No free rides for the cowboys,
That ain’t what I pay you for, no”She jumped up and grabbed my pistol
Stuck it in the fat man’s back
Said, “Open up the safe
And put your money in the sack”
Then tied his hands behind him
And put a blindfold on his eyes
Said, “If you’re dumb enough to chase us, man,
You’re dumb enough to die”Never see it comin’
It just hits you by surprise
It’s that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table
And the bullets in the gun

We rode across the border
Down into Mexico
When you’re runnin’ from the law
Ain’t that where everybody goes
We came upon a town
With a name I couldn’t spell
She gave me what I came for
In that Mexican motel

I woke up to sirens
And the sound of running feet
Near 50 Federals locked and loaded in the street
She grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
I kissed her for the last time
And we headed out the back

Every gun was on us
And every heartbeat pounded
The only thing that’s left to do
When they got you all surrounded
She fired that old pistol
But we didn’t stand a prayer
Money hit the gravel
Bullets filled the air

Never see it comin’
Just hits you by surprise
It’s that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun

Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun

 

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