I'm just here to get that money Just this favor and it ain't for me honey So get your man, we'll make this quick Lord, I see you ain't feeling too slick ♪ You said he'd be back 'bout an hour ago Oh, you look so bad I can't hang here no more Feel that breeze by that back door Lord, this house is a killing floor ♪ Oh, he swung that bat right at my head Just one more inch and I'd be dead So I put him down, then I turned to you Now I'm looking down the hole of an old .32 ♪ My whole life passed before my eyes Just one look at your dark surprise Oh, you look so sick When you pulled that trigger Lord, I swear I'll walk if I hear that click ♪ Yeah, I walked away and I never looked back Just desperate souls in a broke down shack So I walked one mile in my own shoes
Now you know I've got Oh, I've got these .32 blues