Oh bring me my shotgun, bring me back some shells, Why don't you just bring me my shotgun, Bring me back a pocket full of shells, Well you know if I
Gone are the days when the ox fall down, Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around. Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please, Gentle Jack Jones
Well now C., C. C. Rider, well now see, see what you have done. Well now C., C. C. Rider, well now see, see what you have done. Well you made me love
Bombs away Well I guess I'm back in love again And around we go This will bring me ruin, but I s'pose it's pleasin I've changed the eyes I gaze in But
I was down by Bondi Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee, When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a technicolor
Well now baby used to stay all night long, made me cry, Lord she done me wrong. Hurt my eyes open, and that's no lie, tables turnin', now it's her turn
Mama said, "Don't go near that river, Don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come in the morning I'd always be there, Walking in his footsteps in
You don't know what you've done We may fall into the ocean But we're not gonna run You are a friend of the devil but we're not afraid of him We will
Well I'm flying down desert streets wrapped in mother's wine and sheets, Asbestos boots on flaming feet dreaming of forbidden treats, When uniforms on
Take a snip of this then play a little riff, don't be afraid to try Don't need no airplane to get off the ground there's more than one way to fly Have
be Cocaine'll kill my honey dead Walking down the street with a dollar in my hand Looked for a woman ain't got no man Cocaine'll kill my honey dead Love
Cats on the blacktop, birdie in the treetop, Someone plays guitar that sounds like clarinet. I ain't ready to go to bed, I think I'll take a walk downtown
Oh sinning is a gentilized journey, take Jesus as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and saintly without Him walking by your side And when you
Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got
Take it, you can have it, what I got baby, I can't hold and if you find the secret tell me how to build the mold. And I can't handle your problems so
Up near the border where the cruel white water drowns the vagabond who sleeps too low me and my companion, the famous Jack Of Lanterns tracked the misty
Hog of a Sunday Dog of a Monday Get it back someday What'd I say? Movin' in close Cut from a long shot Fade on a downbeat Ready or not ready or not Chorus
The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded, Solemnly they stated, "He has to die, you know he has to die." All the children learnin', from