A bluesy song in the tuning CGCGAC
Lee Mitchell
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fiogf49gjkf0d Some say I was a Memphis man, a cruel one-eyed man...worked the steamboats. Mixed-race, some say. Some say I was adopted, and that I took a shipping liner's name. I was no crueller than most. And that ain't no lie...but you ought to hear that Smith & Wesson ring. let me have my hat and let me swing.
I was a carriage driver...bedded down on north twelth street.
I kowed someone gave Willy Lyon a knife in that crowded saloon.
Was a cold day...December...Chilled me to the marrow, that police cell on Chestnut street. I should never a let that Smith & Wesson ring. They gonna still my hat again and watch me swing.
Some say I was a myth...folklore...that I killed Willy Lyon cose he stole my Stetson. But we's friends. Truth is I liked him. Guess I must have liked that ole Stetson more. Now everybody's gonna come and watch me swing...Should never let that smith & wesson sing
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