Blow 'em Away Lyrics - Singles - David Wilcox

Every morning, I commute. 

Mild-mannered man. In a business suit. 

When I wanna come home at the end of my day 

There's all these other cars stacked up in my way. 

I pull up behind one 

Pull out my pistol 

And blow 'em away 

When I'm driving my car I wanna go fast 

But there's this slow car, won't let me pass 

I flash my lights. I honk my horn. 

Well.... I have to consider him warned. 

I pull up behind him 

Pull out my pistol 

And blow 'em away 

Jesse James behind the wheel 

It's high noon in my automobile 

You call me crazy, 

You call me sick 

Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick 

Son of a bitch, he cut me off. 

Three whole lanes he pulled across 

Made me mad. Made me swerve. 

Son of a bitch got what he deserved. 

I pulled up behind him 

Pulled out my pistol 

And blew 'em away. 

Oh, look 

Motorcycle, is riding between 

He's splittin' lanes, if you know what I mean 

This cuttin' in line that's an act of war 

I saw him comin'. I opened my door. 

Knocked him over 

Pulled out my pistol 

And blew 'em away 

Jesse James behind the wheel 

It's high noon in my automobile 

You call me crazy, 

You call me sick 

Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick 

Little ol' lady, bless her heart. 

She's walkin' her poodle 'cross the boulevard. 

It was wearin' a red knit sweater, little knitted hat 

Probably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that! 

I said, "Here Fifi" 

Pulled out my pistol 

And blew it away. 

.............................................. 

Chuck Brodsky