Chorus:
{Showdown music}{Bells}
From the Dirty Dirty South
Potential's open for business
Don't talk shut yo mouth
Cuz I'm about to end dis
Say ya wanna throw down
Well you and I can tell that I'm not goin down
Words beginnin to get around
That oh what you wanna showdown

Verse 1
It's a small town
I see him tryin to ride style
Look at my baby girl
She already got that wild smile
In this place, yeah space is plenty
Ya'll guys get a room
For those thick, not skinny
Mini skirts in my saloon
Sun's moved straight up
Buckles a bling bling
Damn it's hot
Stirrups a ching ching
Cool off with a round of drinks
Get off with these one night flings
Where the hell she at
Get up in the morning
His wallet and his horse
Yeah they all stolen
"I don't deserve this"
"Aw damn I'm pissed"
"What did I do"
"Wants me to put up my fist"
"Go ahead, no I insist, you"

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Verse 2
Now you trying to get even
I say ya betta get to leavin
But naw you don't listen
Say you want a showdown and no missin'
When the sun is glistenin'
In the blisterin' heat
Where everyone can see
Is there a doctor on call
To be at the scene
'Cuz we both packin heat
And bar none mean
It's the moment of truth
Who's quick to the draw
Drink a sip of 80 proof
Wait for the clock to call
And that split second
When one of us drops
Yeah I think I'll be the victor,
I reckon I'll still give you props

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Verse 3
Then the hand moves to straight up
'Fore he even blinked he was made up
Went back to my saloon
And finished shinin' the moon
Bottom's up
Poured another cup
Waitin for the doctor to scrape him and straighten up
Just like every day
The women poured in
Started dancin' I say
To make pay entertainin' us men
And once again
Blew away the competition
A little intermission
'Fore the next passerby
Tried to take my town by wishin

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