| Song | Words At Twenty Paces |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | Mountain Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moffatt | |
| Lyrics:Hugh Moffatt Music:Hugh Moffatt | |
| Just like a western movie, a challenge has been made. | |
| A shot was fired in anger, and pride stepped off the train. | |
| Won't we ever stop this killin', me and you, till our hearts are up on Boot Hill and there's nothing we can do? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Words at twenty paces, anger at high noon. | |
| This house ain't big enough for both of us. It's comin' soon. | |
| We'll finish off our happiness and run hope out of town. | |
| With words at twenty paces, Lord, it's love we're gunnin' down. | |
| Bridge: | |
| How did we ever lose the dreams we used to share, the gentle touch, the words of love, the way we used to care? | |
| Sometimes you words cut like a bullet in my side. | |
| Oh, which is more important, wounded hearts or wounded pride? | |
| I've got my ammunition. I know you've got yours too. | |
| We know each other's weakness; Lord, the damage we can do. | |
| Why can't we just step aside and put our guns away? | |
| Let love come like the cavalry: ride in and save the day? | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Moffatt | |
| Lyrics: Hugh Moffatt Music: Hugh Moffatt | |
| Just like a western movie, a challenge has been made. | |
| A shot was fired in anger, and pride stepped off the train. | |
| Won' t we ever stop this killin', me and you, till our hearts are up on Boot Hill and there' s nothing we can do? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Words at twenty paces, anger at high noon. | |
| This house ain' t big enough for both of us. It' s comin' soon. | |
| We' ll finish off our happiness and run hope out of town. | |
| With words at twenty paces, Lord, it' s love we' re gunnin' down. | |
| Bridge: | |
| How did we ever lose the dreams we used to share, the gentle touch, the words of love, the way we used to care? | |
| Sometimes you words cut like a bullet in my side. | |
| Oh, which is more important, wounded hearts or wounded pride? | |
| I' ve got my ammunition. I know you' ve got yours too. | |
| We know each other' s weakness Lord, the damage we can do. | |
| Why can' t we just step aside and put our guns away? | |
| Let love come like the cavalry: ride in and save the day? | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Moffatt | |
| Lyrics: Hugh Moffatt Music: Hugh Moffatt | |
| Just like a western movie, a challenge has been made. | |
| A shot was fired in anger, and pride stepped off the train. | |
| Won' t we ever stop this killin', me and you, till our hearts are up on Boot Hill and there' s nothing we can do? | |
| Chorus: | |
| Words at twenty paces, anger at high noon. | |
| This house ain' t big enough for both of us. It' s comin' soon. | |
| We' ll finish off our happiness and run hope out of town. | |
| With words at twenty paces, Lord, it' s love we' re gunnin' down. | |
| Bridge: | |
| How did we ever lose the dreams we used to share, the gentle touch, the words of love, the way we used to care? | |
| Sometimes you words cut like a bullet in my side. | |
| Oh, which is more important, wounded hearts or wounded pride? | |
| I' ve got my ammunition. I know you' ve got yours too. | |
| We know each other' s weakness Lord, the damage we can do. | |
| Why can' t we just step aside and put our guns away? | |
| Let love come like the cavalry: ride in and save the day? | |
| Chorus |