| Song | Forget My Name |
| Artist | The Showdown |
| Album | Temptation Come My Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Gone like a bullet | |
| I’m burnin’ quick and clean | |
| Ride like an outlaw and die like a king | |
| Livin’ electric | |
| It makes a man outta me | |
| I’m comin’ loose and | |
| I’m cuttin’ your strings | |
| The black hearted | |
| Had better stay clear of me | |
| I’ll drop the whole sorry place to its knees | |
| I gotta get out | |
| This town was never for me | |
| I wanna walk like a man and die free | |
| Oh it’s cocked and loaded and it’s comin’ for me | |
| Got me runnin’ runnin’ | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I’ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain’t my face | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain’t my day | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t back down | |
| Can’t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| One in the chamber | |
| And two in the clip | |
| Do what I have to die on my feet | |
| I’m clearing leather | |
| White knuckled grip | |
| My resolve just as hard as my steel | |
| Stare down the barrel | |
| A steady grip at the end | |
| Clear me a path or you’ll be my next meal | |
| My name is deadly | |
| But you can call me the breeze | |
| Shakin’ dust, don’t want you on my heel | |
| Oh it’s cocked and loaded and it’s comin’ for me | |
| Got me runnin’ runnin’ | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I’ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain’t my face | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain’t my day | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t back down | |
| Can’t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain’t my face | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain’t my day | |
| I ain’t comin’ back and | |
| I can’t back down | |
| Can’t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground |
| Gone like a bullet | |
| I' m burnin' quick and clean | |
| Ride like an outlaw and die like a king | |
| Livin' electric | |
| It makes a man outta me | |
| I' m comin' loose and | |
| I' m cuttin' your strings | |
| The black hearted | |
| Had better stay clear of me | |
| I' ll drop the whole sorry place to its knees | |
| I gotta get out | |
| This town was never for me | |
| I wanna walk like a man and die free | |
| Oh it' s cocked and loaded and it' s comin' for me | |
| Got me runnin' runnin' | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I' ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| One in the chamber | |
| And two in the clip | |
| Do what I have to die on my feet | |
| I' m clearing leather | |
| White knuckled grip | |
| My resolve just as hard as my steel | |
| Stare down the barrel | |
| A steady grip at the end | |
| Clear me a path or you' ll be my next meal | |
| My name is deadly | |
| But you can call me the breeze | |
| Shakin' dust, don' t want you on my heel | |
| Oh it' s cocked and loaded and it' s comin' for me | |
| Got me runnin' runnin' | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I' ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground |
| Gone like a bullet | |
| I' m burnin' quick and clean | |
| Ride like an outlaw and die like a king | |
| Livin' electric | |
| It makes a man outta me | |
| I' m comin' loose and | |
| I' m cuttin' your strings | |
| The black hearted | |
| Had better stay clear of me | |
| I' ll drop the whole sorry place to its knees | |
| I gotta get out | |
| This town was never for me | |
| I wanna walk like a man and die free | |
| Oh it' s cocked and loaded and it' s comin' for me | |
| Got me runnin' runnin' | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I' ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| One in the chamber | |
| And two in the clip | |
| Do what I have to die on my feet | |
| I' m clearing leather | |
| White knuckled grip | |
| My resolve just as hard as my steel | |
| Stare down the barrel | |
| A steady grip at the end | |
| Clear me a path or you' ll be my next meal | |
| My name is deadly | |
| But you can call me the breeze | |
| Shakin' dust, don' t want you on my heel | |
| Oh it' s cocked and loaded and it' s comin' for me | |
| Got me runnin' runnin' | |
| So give me two or three steps mister and | |
| I' ll be Long gone | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground | |
| Forget my name | |
| That ain' t my face | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t come down | |
| To that same old place in that lonely town | |
| Forget my name | |
| Just ain' t my day | |
| I ain' t comin' back and | |
| I can' t back down | |
| Can' t keep my head in the sand | |
| With my feet on the ground |