Gunsmiths Waltz - текст песни
Gunsmith's Waltz
If your man done got you down
Shoot his ass
If your man's been running around
Shoot his ass
If your man just drives you crazy
If he's dumb or mean or lazy
Tell the judge it all went hazy,
Shoot his ass
Come to my gun shop on the edge of town
Shoot his ass
Choose your piece and lay your money down
Shoot his ass
Take the gun back to your street
Make him grovel at your feet
Kiss his cheek and smile real sweet and then
Shoot his ass
Inspector thought your case worth a listen
Oh it looked a little yeah suspicious
Make it look like an accident and
Shoot his ass.
Mama, let me know if his room's for rent,
Shoot his ass
Go upstairs to your jewelry drawer
Put six shells in your .44,
Yeah, there's gonna be blood on your no-wax floor, mama,
Shoot his ass
And he'll sing "No no no no, don't kill me baby"
"No No No No don't kill me baby"
"No no no no No no no no, don't kill me baby"
You might leave on a 12 to life journey
Shoot his ass
But you might do better with a good attorney
Shoot his ass
Take that oath on a 12 mile run;
Tell the judge you were just cleaning your gun
And you'd never do that to your only one
Shoot his ass
Yeah, shoot his ass
Yeah, shoot his ass
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