Gunsmoke and Mirrors Lyrics by Hayden Blount
Outlaw cowboy, why are you running?
Why are you running with no lawmen coming?
Dime-store cowboy, why are you gunning?
Why are you gunning when no coyotes need hunting?
I’m a gunslinging, six-string picker
Your accent’s thick, but my skin runs thicker
And just so we’re clear
You’re all gunsmoke and mirrors
Ditch them spurs, boy, you got no saddle
Ditch that rope, boy, you got no cattle
Sit up straight when you hear that rattle
Or you might end up with blood-stained tassels
‘Cause I’m a gunslinging, six-string picker
Your accent’s thick, but my skin runs thicker
And just so we’re clear
You’re all gunsmoke and mirrors
Mockingbird singing, yeah, you’re singing my song
But my ears are ringing ’cause you’re singing it wrong
Mockingbird singing, yeah, you’re singing my song
But my ears are ringing ’cause you’re singing it wrong
I’m a gunslinging, six-string picker
Your accent’s thick, but my skin runs thicker
And just so we’re clear
You’re gunsmoke and mirrors
