Von der CD: Rainer Hass - Live aus Leipzig 1930

 

Packin’ Heat at the Speakeasy

Once upon a time not to long ago
I saw my baby whoa
She was dancing with another man
So I said she’s gotta go
Well, I whipped out gun and I cursed and I spit
And I shot her in the head
Well, the coppers came round and they circled me sound
And this is what they said, well they said -

Put down your weapon son
Keep them hands up in the air,
Now wave them to and fro and about
Move them toes like you just don’t care

The Sarge said -

Put down your heater son
We don’t wanna have to throw some lead
Now twist and turn and get on the floor
Act lively or we’ll shoot you dead

Well, they stepped through the door and they couldn’t believe
What they saw before their eyes
My wife was lying there, her eyes were doing a stare
As if she were a bit surprised.
Well they turned to me and they lead me away
And they took me from that joint
Well I was laughing so loud, my head was light as a cloud
And then they said right about that point, well they said –

You’re going down to the pokey son
We’re gonna take you down whoa
We’re gonna take you down to the pokey son
You ain’t got nowhere to go

The Sarge said

You’re going down to the big house, boy
We’re gonna take you down whoa
We’re gonna take you down to the big house, boy
Oh noooo

Well the day of my trial I stood ‘fore the judge
And I said its now or bust
Well he tipped down his specks and he looked at my face
With an air of pure disgust
He took out a pen and he told me to stand
And he barked take him away!
Before you get sent, this is your time to repent
Have you any last words to say? And I said:

Mouth Trumpet solo...

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