Lyrics:

Got a Stetson and some brand new blue jeans
Got a wad of bills that'd choke a whooping crane
I come from Waco, Texas, and I been around this world
I tell you boys, I'm hitting high and wide
Got a pick-up full of good gasoline
Got a "whatcha-call?" Like you ain't never seen
I'm a pistol-packing papa with a million dollar smile
I'm fit to kill and going out in style
Fit to kill and going out in style
Yeah, fit to kill and going out in style
I'm still a little crazy and I'm still a little wild
I'm fit to kill and going out in style

My woman is the queen of the world
Yeah, she ain't just an ordinary girl
She makes country loving like an oyster makes a pearl
I'm gonna let her hold my heart a while
We're the talk of the town every night
We do our thing until the morning light
We're a head above the highbrows by a moneymaking mile
We're fit to kill and going out in style
Fit to kill and going out in style
Yeah, fit to kill and going out in style
We're still a little crazy and we're still a little wild
We're fit to kill and going out in style
Oh, fit to kill and going out in style