Bless Your Heart (While I Take Your Wallet)

They call me Mr. Legend. But you can call me Sir. Rollin' in like thunder wrapped in worn-down leather spur. I ain't here for trouble unless that's what you got. I talk real sweet, but my fists get high. Riding solo with a grin and a grin again. I don't shake hands, I break them then buy you a round friend Ain't no mask and no need to hide I extort and first person look you dead in the eyes Bless your heart, now hand it here, that gold, that steel, them dollars and beer. I ain't the law, but I got the charm, smile while I disarm your arm. I fight for fun and steal for thrills with a Southern drawlin' unpaid bills. You say no, but it's just a start. I'll take it all and bless your heart. I once dropped, kicked a man through his own saloon Over cars, a dead and wife who left too soon I don't rob banks, they just give me the key Cause Mr. Legend don't ask, he just lets it be Got brass knuckles with y'all carved deep And a mullet so majestic it makes preachers weep You can beg, you can cry, you can call me mean But you'll still be broke by the time Now don't take it personal, partner. I'm just the kind of man who sees opportunity and charges interest. Bless your heart. Bless your heart and your grandpa's too. I'll take your loot in your last two. You blink once, I'm already gone. Leaving muddy boots and a broken dawn. From Memphis flats to their moonshine bars, they whisper my name like a ghost in the stars. Legend outlaw, southern and blessing your heart. I don't steal friends, I simply relocate. Now say it with me, bless your heart.