If That Guns for Real — текст песни (Steve Winwood)

If that gun is for real, Im in trouble

Were not gonna make it, and Im caught

Its no use to make appeal

I wheel and I deal

Now Im down on my offers, help me, lord



Ive been been running for the whole of my young life

I keep taking and I never pay

Its the good old honest trust

You cant see me for the dust

Ill walk before your get-away

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough

Gonna take off in a huff

Im the golden wonder boy, Ill get away



If a thing is worth having, its worth stealing

Ifn I get in, I get out quick

Say goodbye to your hello

You go easy and slow

On some greyhound I may come [to your? ] city

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough,

Gonna take off in a huff

Im the golden wonder boy, Ill get away



Going, going once, going, going twice

Going on three times, sold to the devil for a short, sweet lie



If that gun is for real, Im in trouble

[? ] make it, and Im caught

Its no use to make appeal

I wheel and I deal

Now Im down on my offers, help me, lord

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough

I just take off in a huff

Im the golden wonder boy, Ill get away



Get away, get away

What if I would get away

Though it gets rough

Gonna take off in a huff

Im the golden wonder boy, Ill get away



Get away, get away

Help me, lord, please, to get away

Get away, get away

Im gonna, gonna take this golden wonder boy

And get away, get away

Help me, lord, please