The sun's a risin' it's a shinin' as the whistle blows,
I got my coffee and cigarettes; I think that I'm good to go,
I want to wear a bandana across my face just like the old days,
They call me an artist, but I won't be starvin' because I know that this gig pays.
Well, I've got guts, and I've got my pride.
I don't need a conscience tuggin' on my side.
My eyes are made of dollar signs and I have a heart made of gold,
I asked my girlfriend if she loves me and she told me she thinks so,
We'll settle down in another town, I'll build a house when this is done,
I'm a courageous man with a steady hand, and that steady hand's holding a gun.
Well, I've got guts, & I've got my pride.
I don't need a conscience tuggin' on my side.