About the song
Chris LeDoux’s song “Hairtrigger Colt’s .44” stands as a testament to his extraordinary talent as a storyteller and musician. Released in 1990 as part of his album “Western Underground,” this track is a vivid representation of the rugged, adventurous spirit that defines much of LeDoux’s work. Known for his authentic portrayal of cowboy life and his genuine, down-to-earth style, LeDoux brings to life the tales of the American West with a sincerity that resonates deeply with his audience.
In “Hairtrigger Colt’s .44,” LeDoux weaves a gripping narrative centered around the titular Colt .44 revolver, a symbol of both power and peril in the Old West. The song tells the story of a lone cowboy and his trusty Colt .44, emphasizing themes of bravery, loyalty, and the stark realities of life on the frontier. With its lively tempo and memorable chorus, the song captures the essence of the Wild West in a way that is both captivating and authentic.
Upon its release, “Hairtrigger Colt’s .44” enjoyed considerable success and reinforced LeDoux’s reputation in the country music scene. While it may not have reached the very top of the charts, it was well-received by fans and critics alike, earning LeDoux continued respect and admiration for his contributions to country music. The song, and the album it is part of, showcased LeDoux’s ability to blend traditional country themes with a contemporary flair, ensuring his place in the hearts of country music aficionados.
Chris LeDoux’s “Hairtrigger Colt’s .44” remains a cherished piece in his catalog, celebrated for its authentic portrayal of cowboy life and its energetic, storytelling style. For those who appreciate a good yarn told with a genuine country flair, this song is a shining example of LeDoux’s exceptional craft and enduring legacy.
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Lyrics
I’m a man who’s goin’ to hell with heaven’s blessing
The judge said I’m not fit to live with men
They’re building me a gallows in the courtyard
To make sure I don’t pass this way again
My first taste of killin’ was at Vicksburg
I must have shot me a hundred men
I learned to make my livin’ with a six-gun
I’m an outlaw now but I was a hero then
Oh Lord, if I had only known the misery
That glory’s somethin’ not worth killin’ for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44
I was a hunted desperado
A wanted man with a price on my head
I thought that I could steal a taste of freedom
But I got me a hangman’s noose instead
Oh Lord, if I had only known the misery
That glory’s somethin’ not worth killin’ for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44
Undertaker write on my tombstone
A killer finally killed and nothin’ more
But I wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for Providence
And a Hairtrigger Colt .44
Oh Lord, if I had only known the misery
That glory’s somethin’ not worth killin’ for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44
Oh Lord, if I had only known the misery
That glory’s somethin’ not worth killin’ for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44