Lyrics Priceless Antique Pistol Shoots Startled Owner - Corb Lund

Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh, yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh

Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh, yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh

Inspect the silver inlay and the finely engraved steel
Rich carved ivory grips
With checkered lines that you can feel
You'll find it premature
Who call the calibre obsolete
When olden-time design
And modern treacherousness meet

It's a curio that's slipped
Between our current laws as read
Priceless as an artifact
But leaves you just as dead
Craftsmanship like this is not displayed much anymore
And there ain't too many gangsters shooting Russian .44

Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh, yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh

To think a learned chronicler
Like you would be the one
Whose eye for detail
Failed to see him reaching for your gun (for your gun)
But you must be the first in 90 years to meet his death
By way of antique archaic blackpowder pistol's breath

Despite your recent injuries
You must admit that still
It remains an elegant and stylish way to kill
Yes, despite my injuries
Good sir, I cannot lie (he cannot lie)
It remains an elegant and stylish way to die

Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh, yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh

Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh, yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-ee yodel-oh-ooh-ooh
Yodel-oh-ooh-ooh