"Don't Kill Me Tonight" from the new Big Head Todd & The Monsters album 'Her Way Out' out everywhere now.
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May 25 • Outlaw Square • Deadwood, SD [FREE]
June 4 • Community Concert Hall • Durango, CO [N1]
June 5 • Community Concert Hall • Durango, CO [N2]
June 7 • Blue Arena • Loveland, CO
June 8 • Red Rocks Amphitheatre • Morrison, CO [SOLD OUT]
June 14 • W.C. Handy Blues & BBQ Fest • Henderson, KY
June 15 • Blues on the Fox • Aurora, IL
June 28 • Blues from the Top • Winter Park, CO
July 24 • The Bridge at Santa Fe Brewing Company • Santa Fe, NM
July 26 • Austin City Limits - Live at Moody Theater • Austin, TX
July 27 • Hilde Performance Center • Plymouth, MN
July 30 • MAD Amphitheater • El Dorado, AR*
Aug 1 • 713 Music Hall • Houston, TX*
Aug 2 • The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory • Irving, TX*
Aug 3 • Zoo Amphitheater • Oklahoma City, OK*
Aug 5 • Gillioz Theater • Springfield, MO
Aug 6 • Wave Outdoor • Wichita, KS*
Aug 8 • CRMU Healthcare Amphitheater • Jefferson City, MO*
Aug 9 • Devon G. Buffett Amphitheater • Decatur, IL*
Aug 10 • CEFCU Peoria Riverfront • Peoria, IL*
Aug 12 • Iroquois Amphitheater • Louisville, KY
Aug 13 • Foellinger Theatre • Fort Wayne, IN*
Aug 14 • Mejier Gardens • Grand Rapids, MI*
Aug 15 • Cain Park Amphitheater • Cleveland Heights, OH
Lyrics:
It was Thanksgiving day 1875
Annie met her match
She beat the best shot alive
Made Frank Butler her catch and her crown
A year later she wore a grey wedding gown
Chorus:
Hey please don’t kill me tonight
Over something I might have said this morning
May your bullet see the light
Of my cigarette and send this crowd a-roaring
Annie I love you
I’d die for you
They rode with Buffalo Bill in 1885
Fame and fortune followed them from far and wide
Shooting whilst standing on a horses hips
She shot playing cards and big cigars
From her nervous husband’s lips
Chorus
I’d die for you, I’ll die for you
I’ll die for you - if your aim ain’t true
Gunslinging suffragette
A hundred years before cassettes
She wanted woman-kind to roar
Not just scrub and sweep the floor
Then one day her death had come
Her shells had emptied out one by one
Poor Frank Butler he died fast
Two weeks later he smoked his last