45 Pistol Blues

I'm going over to 3rd Alley
lord, but I'm gonna carry my 45
Lord I'm going over to 3rd Alley
lord, but I'm gonna carry my 45
Because, you know, ain't many men
goes there and comes back alive

They will shoot you and cut you
lord they will knock you down
Lord they'll shoot you and cut you
lord they will knock you down
And you can ask any body
ain't that the baddest place in town

Mens carry 38s
womens carry razors too
Mens carry 38s
womens carry their razors too
And you know you better not start nothing:
do, they'll make away with you

Says I ain't going to 3rd Alley
unless I change my mind
Ain't going to 3rd Alley
lord, 'less I change my mind
'Cause you know I done got shot once over there
lord, and stobbed three or four times

Said you know I'm gonna leave
lord, my 45 most at home
Lord
my 45 most too big
'Cause you know when I carry that gun
lord I can't keep it hid
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