[Verse 1: Mike Roe]
Dave Tutt fought for Dixie pride
Wild Bill was Union loyal
[Derri Daugherty]
They fancied one same woman
Bad blood began to boil
[Terry Scott Taylor]
Tutt stole Hickock's pocket watch
Foolhardy, whiskey bold
[Mike Roe]
Tempers flared, pistols fired
Dave Tutt laid still and cold
[Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor]
Them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
Not just one six shooter
But two
His hands were quick, son
His aim was true
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
[Verse 2: Terry Scott Taylor]
Bill Mulvey was a reckless lout
A killer from Missouri
[Derri Daugherty]
Aimed his rifle at Wild Bill
Then spun 'round in a hurry
[Mike Roe]
When Wild Bill yelled, "Don't shoot, he's drunk!"
To no one anywhere
[Derri Daugherty]
Mulvey caught Bill Hickock's bullet in his temple
And died there
[Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor]
Them were wicked guns
(Wicked guns)
Bill Hickock drew
(Hickock drew)
Not just one six shooter
But two
His hands were quick, son
(Wicked guns)
His aim was true
(Hickock drew)
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
1, 2, ow!
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor]
Them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
Not just one six shooter
Count 'em, two
His hands were quick, son
His aim was true
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
[Chorus: Terry Scott Taylor]
Them were wicked guns
(Wicked guns)
Bill Hickock drew
(Hickock drew)
Not just one six shooter
But two
His hands were quick, son
(Wicked guns)
His aim was true
(Hickock drew)
Yeah, them were wicked guns
Bill Hickock drew
[Outro]
Shocka, pow pow
Shocka, pow, pow, pow
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