.32 Blues

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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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