Chill and the Rabbits - Telephone a Doctor

Let me tell you about
The cowboys who rode out
They rode side by side
With intentions of living life
And taking life
For the dream

Roaming on the mountain side
Under the Western Sky
Finally found their place of paradise
When 3 men came along
Raising their guns

Man with a mean smirk
Said he seen it first
We refused and then
There was an ambush of Indians
With blood thirst in their eyes
No time to compromise
Shots were fired
And a few men died
Cowboys fight for their lives
Fight to survive

Grab your pistols and your shotguns
Its sure to be a showdown
We only speak one language
Boom boom
Grab your pistols and your shotguns
Its sure to be a showdown
We only speak one language
Boom boom

Well Carlos was his name
And he don't know how to change
Any ways that he is
Yeah he just likes to get
With the girls

Rolled into the town saloon
Looking to get drunk real soon
Ordered up two shots
And a cold blue moon
Dirty looks from the back
Setting up to attack

Couple whiskey wound gentlemen
From the outskirts of town
Told Carlos we don't want
You coming around
So he grabbed his pistol tight

Wasn't looking for a fight
Wasn't gonna back down
But you brought it on
Everyone down on the ground
Now the fun has just begun
Hands over their guns

Laying in the corner
falling down on the floor
See the blood splatter all over the wall
Grab your pistols and your shotguns
It's sure to be a showdown
We only speak one language
Boom boom

Grab your pistols and your shotguns
It's sure to be a showdown
We only speak one language
Boom boom

Telephone a Doctor
I can't stop her
Telephone a Doctor
I can't stop her
Telephone a Doctor
I can't stop her
Telephone a Doctor
I can't stop her

Written by:
Franklin Schline, Mykyll Kibler

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