38 Pistol Blues Songtext
von Yank Rachell

Now run and get my Thirty-eight pistol,
My woman ridin′ 'round, a V-Eight Ford
Now run and get my Thirty-eight pistol,
You know my woman ridin′ 'round, a V-Eight Ford
Well, that must've been my woman gettin′ away a
While ago, I heard somebody, Lord, at my back door

You know, I had a little trouble, ′way down, 'bout Tom Wilson′s place
You know, I had a little trouble, 'way down, ′bout Tom Wilson place
"Sonny Boy: You better have thought about them
People. They won't let you come back there no more"
You know, it was just on this side of the
Road, it was right down below Mays′ place
"Yank: Lord, have mercy!"


Now, I got a sweet little sweet thing,
Sonny Boy, lives down on Lover's Lane
"Sonny Boy: Oh, what you mean? Tell me what you mean!"
Lord, I got a sweet little thing,
And that woman lives down on Lover's Lane
You know, I′m so crazy about that woman,
Lord, I′m scared to call that woman's name
"Sonny Boy: Yank, let me play one for you,
You know I′m gonna do the best I can, watch!"
"Yank: Do the best you can"

That's the reason I tote my Thirty-eight
Pistol, that′s the reason I carries it every day
"Sonny Boy: Oh,
You must to be goin' out bear huntin′ or something or other"
"Yank: I can do this thing now"
That's the reason I carry my Thirty-eight
Pistol, that's the reason I carries it every day
"Sonny Boy: I′m glad I didn′t meet you when you had it!"
But if I catch my baby below Tom Wilson
Again, Lord, somebody's sure gonna pay the way