Slingshot

My old man, he's got a shotgun He's always got someone to outrun He's wanted by the blue for first-degree I don't think he knows about me He lives in a shack, oh, out west He chops his own wood on his land He's got a dog, it's dark as can be My mama told me stories to scare me I knew a boy he had a slingshot He causes trouble, never seemed to get caught He landed in the cage at fourteen I think he was the same age as me He broke out when he turned nineteen Road a bike out west to Calgary Met a man in a shack with a good old dog He fed him and taught him how to write some songs They made a gang and terrorized the west coast People watched as they burned down the red rose I heard they got caught on the borderline Sixteen bullets did their things to take their lives