Run, get my shotgun. Give me two shells in my hand. Run, get my shotgun. Put two shells in my hand. It's a bullet for my baby. . A dedication for her backdoor man.
(trad., arr. dr feelgood). . Well, I'm sittin' here wonderin'. With matchbox on my clothes. I'm sittin' here watchin'. With a matchbox on my toes. I ain't got no matches but.
It's an eastern promise, it's a pot of gold. It's the oldest story that's ever been told, that's right. You can follow me but you gonna have to pay. Heaven's at the end of this alleyway tonight.