Silver Pistol (Live, Radio Session, circa 1971)

歌詞

Once I made a fortune But I wouldn't play their stupid games With these orders to the holy land And a silver pistol to blow my brains I became a drifter Blown by wind and froze by rain Even talking to the JBL The things I hear don't sound the same Sultry Senorita Strums an out of tune guitar Only waiting for the morning But she leaves town in a brand new car Yea, but even so Soon comes a hassle with the CID Stop whatever you're doing now And here's your problem - 1,2,3 One, two, three, four It's bound to be said Seven by five It's one hell of a fall You may think you've got something together But that shitty city wind will come and take it all Now your man, he don't feel good He can't stop thinking that his life has changed Living down on the Avenue With a silver pistol to blow his brains