Little Christine Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

(mick ralphs) 

The light in the bar came on 

The place was in a mess 

An hour before there'd been an awful scene 

Early on that day while matt was on the phone 

His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine 

Matt was in a state when I saw him later on 

Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none 

"i'm gonna fix him good", said matt in a chokey way 

Together we know the sound of a ready gun 

Well it must have been around eight 

When we both saw sam's hunched back 

Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall 

Matt soon altered that as he kicked sam to the floor 

Pretty soon the place was one big brawl 

Someone doused the lights 

Still the pumps blew 

Suddenly a voice caught in the night 

"whoever comes off best can only lose my hand 

Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it". 

Well matt he cocked his gun 

Fired towards that voice 

"i'd rather know you're dead" was his reply 

Christine breathed her last 

The bar was like a tomb 

Not a sound, except to hear sam call