Uncle Green & 3 lb. Thrill Gunshow Lyrics Uncle Green & 3 Lb. Thrill lyrics

There's a prize that I know
Got my rifle in the show
And I'm sure I'm gonna win

The judges down the hall
If it's my name they call
Then the offers will roll in

When they announce it at 8
That my roses await
Though I've felt this way before..

Oh tell me why, oh why
Does my head stay in the sky
When I know I'll never win?
I just need to make my peace
With the loser in me
'Fore the loathing creeps back in

I've been polishing away
Just waiting for this day
Christmas comes twice every year

The barrel's straight and good
The engraving's in the wood

It's a weapon without peer

And when they call out my name
I can stand up without shame
Though I've been this way before...

Oh tell me why, oh why
Does my head stay in the sky
When I know I'll never win?
I just need to make my peace
With the loser in me
'Fore the loathing creeps back in

I've got no say
It's not my day
There are no choices for me
It's not my day...

There's a prize that I know
Got my rifle in the show
And I'm sure I'm gonna win...