32 Blues
by Chris Duarte John Jordan recording of 1997 from Tailspin Headwhack (Jive 41611) I'm just here to get that money Just this favor and it ain't for me honey So get your man, we'll make this quick Lord, I see you ain't feeling too slick You said he'd be back 'bout an hour ago Oh, you look so bad I can't hang here no more Feel that breeze by that back door Lord, this house is a killing floor Oh, he swung that bat right at my head Just one more inch and I'd be dead So I put him down, then I turned to you Now I'm looking down the hole of an old .32 My whole life passed before my eyes Just one look at your dark surprise Oh, you look so sick When you pulled that trigger Lord, I swear I'll walk if I hear that click Yeah, I walked away and I never looked back Just desperate souls in a broke down shack So I walked one mile in my own shoes Now you know I've got Oh, I've got these .32 blues