Текст песни 22-20 Blues - Skip James

Oh, Mister Chris, Mister Chris
How in the world you expect for me to rest?
Oh, Mister Chris, Mister Chris
How in the world you expect for me to rest?
You got my 22-20
Layin' up across my breast
Oh, if I send for my baby
And she act a fool and she don't never come
If I send for my baby
She act a fool and she don't never come
All the doctors in New York City
I declare, they can't help her none
You know sometimes she gets unruly
And she act like she just don't wanna do
Sometimes she gets unruly
And she act like she just don't wanna
Well, I'll get my 22-20
I'll cut that woman half in two
Oh, your 38 special
Boy, it's most too light
Your 38 special
Boy, it's most too light
But my 22-20
Will make everything alright
Oh, your 44-40
Lord, it'll do very well
Your 44-40
Boy, it'll do very well
But my 22-20
I declare, it's a burnin' hell
I was standin' on the highway hollerin'
With my 22-20 in my eye
I was standin' on the highway
With my 22-20 in my eye
They got me cued for murder
I declare, never have harmed a man
Lord, all I measure my gun
And it's just as long as my right arm
I measure my gun
And it's just as long as my right
I'm gon' raise me some sand
And back down the road I'll be