Pistol Packin' Melody Songtext
von Leslie Cheung

I heard the music coming, faintly through the wall of an old cafe
I was feelin′ kinda restless and drifted towards the noise
It was the end of the day

Through the door, down the hall
The sound I heard through the wall was getting near
So I grabbed a seat and ordered a drink
I was surprised that they were playin' my favourite thing

They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packin′ melody
It's a tune that set me swinging, and the rhythm they were playing
Justa make me want to live
They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packin' melody
And it tingled up a feelin′ and sets my heart a reelin′
And it made me want to live and run home
And write the same kinda thing on my own

Sometimes it's hard to get up and write a sentimental song
Sometimes you want to create such magic, but conditions are wrong
Today I want to compose a rose that makes ya feel like I did at the old cafe
So here′s my contribution to y'all
Hope it does the same thing to ya when you hear it through the wall


Here′s my old unforgettable pistol packin' melody
Hope it′s a tune that sets you swinging and the rhythm they are playin'
Justa makes you want to live
Here's my old unforgettable pistol packin′ melody
Hope it tingles up a feelin′ and sets your heart reelin'
And it makes you want to live and run home
And write the same kinda thing on your own

They were singing that old, old unforgettable pistol packin′ melody
It's a tune that set me swinging, and the rhythm they were playing
Justa makes me want to live
They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packin′ melody
And it tingles up a feelin' and sets my heart a reelin′
And it makes me want to live and run home
And write the same kinda thing on my own

They were singing that old, old unforgettable pistol packin' melody
It's a tune that set me swinging, and the rhythm they were playing
Justa makes me want to live
They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packin′ melody
And it tingles up a feelin′ and sets my heart a reelin'
And it makes me want to live and run home
And write the same kinda thing on my own