Pity the Man with the Fast Right Hand

Pity the man with the fast right hand
In a drunk and a definite way
He was a hard, cold fighter with the
Goods to please the writers
Till a woman came to put him away
Married in a fever; never wanna
Leave her
An old pro killer; the man kinda
Thrilled her
Pity the man with the fast right hand
At first he took to married life OK
But he's a heavy handed lover and
They hated one another
In a span of only seventy days
She burned him alive with his own .45
Bad little bitch with a bad burning itch
If you take this song as being about a
Woman in the wrong
Then man, you really got it wrong
If you take this song as being about a
Man with evil intent
Then you really got it wrong
She burned him alive with his own .45
What bring a good man down
A running woman
What brings a good man down
A running woman's gun
Oh, lord, what have my shaking hands done?
Oh, lord, what have my shaking hands?
Pity the man with the fast right hand
Sees her riding for her life today
Cornered by the ranger, but not in time
To change her
She looked up as they led her away
Pity the man with the fast right hand to
See her hung in the traditional way