.44 Rifle Blues Songtext
von Roosevelt Sykes

Lord I walked all night long with my forty four in my hand
Lord I walked all night long with my forty four in my hand
I′ve been looking for my woman and I found her with another man


I wore my forty four so long, you know it made my shoulder sour
Well I wore my forty four so long, until it made my shoulder sour
After I do what I want to I'm gonna wear my 44 no more

Bye bye

Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number forty four
Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number forty four
When I wake up every morning I can hear the wolf scratching my door