Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I´m Hanging Up My Rifle, artist - Bobby Bare. Date of issue: 09.05.2012
Song language: English
I´m Hanging Up My Rifle |
| I’m a-hangin' up my rifle, war suit and all |
| Goin' back to Memphis where they’re havin' a ball |
| Tell all the chicks, uh, here I am |
| Like, later, Big Uncle Sam |
| I want my guitar back |
| My hair, sideburns and Cadillac |
| Well, on the day I make that all-American scene |
| It’s gonna be like a Battle of New Orleans |
| Walk right in just like a big herd of cattle |
| Say: «Alright, tiger, out of the saddle» |
| That’s mine, Cap |
| Yeah, Uncle Same can use you |
| Take your Kookie comb |
| Bandstands in Hollywood is the places I go |
| I knock 'em out with every rock and roll show |
| Keep it swingin', I’m travellin' light |
| Make like Palladin on a Saturday Night |
| Have guitar, will travel |
| Have wiggle, will a-wiggle |
| Yeah, dig |
| All the cats are thinkin' I got it made |
| Standin' tall upon the Hit Parade |
| Countin' my money and on my Cadillac |
| Lovin' the girls and payin' income tax |
| Oh, Holy Mackeral |
| Look at the goodies |
| Here I am, girls |
| Yeah, come and get me |
| Come help |