| I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore
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| I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore
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| Well I’m wondring everybody where did my baby go
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| Take this weapon as a gift son
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| May it serve you all your life
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| You know my blood is running cold
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| And my trigger finger is turning white
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| Cold as ice
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| I hold those fat brass bullets
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| Each one feels as cold as ice
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| I hold those fat brass bullets
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| Each one feels as cold as ice
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| I keeps it under my pillow
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| Just to get me thru the night
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| Well I’m so mad this morning
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| I don’t know where in the world to go
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| Well I’m so mad this mornin’g
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| I don’t know where in the world to go
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| And now I’m lookin' for mister money so I can get myself some dough
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| I’m lookin' for mister money
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| So I can get myself some dough |