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Author's Note - From "Blue Moves" 1976 - https://youtu.be/8Lo6AAHaJlA
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Now it was just like Frankie and Johnny and it was just like Stagger Lee
Dolly Summers was a simple girl from a mid-west family
With a stucco home and her own Mustang and a charge account at Sears
Well she had everything that a girl could want to live happy fot thr rest of her years
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
But the thing that she wanted most of all was the thing that she had lost
To the arms of a downtown black jack hustler by the name of Candy Floss
They'd slipped town on a late night train heading for the west
Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang with a piece between her breast
[Chorus]
She put a pistol in her shoulder holster she took her car up from Santa Fe
Yesterday morning she was washing dishes now she's hunting down a runaway
Don't judge a man by a misdemeanor you may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster you can never never tell if the Law's about
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
If it seemed just like a movie or a night of bad TV
They should have had a picture of Dolly's face as she drove across the country
With daggers drawn for her fallen man and venom in her heart
It was nearly dawn when she caught them up making out in a picnic park
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
But the thing that shook her rigid as she fumbled for her gun
Was the state of the man that she'd married once and thought of as the only one
And as she looked back on the chances that she'd passed up at home
Well she quietly dumped pistol in a ditch and she headed home alone. Well
[Chorus]
She put a pistol in her shoulder holster she took her car up from Santa Fe
Yesterday morning she was washing dishes now she's hunting down a runaway
Don't judge a man by a misdemeanor you may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster you can never never tell if the Law's about
[Outro]
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about
You can never never tell if the Law's about...
(moins de barrés)