99 Year Blues Songtext
von Hot Tuna

Well, now give me my pistol, man
And three round balls
I′m gonna shoot everybody
That I don't like at all
Like at all, like at all
Like at all, like at all


Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame
You know the thing don′t miss
'Cause I got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim

Well, the world is a drag
And my friends can't vote
Gonna make me a connection
And score some dope
Go, get high, go, get high
Go, get high, go, get high