Bible Black Lincoln Songtext
von The Quaker City Night Hawks

Well there′s not enough people... the devil his pay
Well I got a feeling there's a bible black Lincoln headed you way
Headed your way
Headed your way
It′s headed your way
Headed your way
It's headed your way
It's headed your way


Well all he wants to know is why you got off to Kalamazoo
Well he′s got a mighty fine...
and all he wants to do is hear from you
Hear from you
Hear from you
He wants to hear from you
Hey hear from you
He wants to hear from you
Hear from you

Well he′ll put a pistol to your head...
...night time you'll be feeling the white hot heat
White hot heat
White hot heat
Feeling white hot heat
Hey white hot heat
Feeling white hot heat
White hot heat