Blow `Em Away — текст песни (David Wilcox)

from East Asheville Hardware
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by Chuck Brodsky

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
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
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
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
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 say, "Here Fifi"
Pulled out my pistol
Blew it away.


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