I’m Hangin’ Up My Rifle

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Bobby Bare - Country

I’m Hangin’ Up My Rifle

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[Verse 1] I'm a-hangin' up my rifle, war suit and all Goin' back to Memphis where they're havin' a ball Tell all the chicks, uh, here I am Like, later, Big Uncle Sam I want my guitar back My hair, sideburns and Cadillac [Verse 2] Well, on the day I make that all-American scene It's gonna be like a Battle of New Orleans Walk right in just like a big herd of cattle Say: "Alright, tiger, out of the saddle" That's mine, Cap Yeah, Uncle Same can use you Take your Kookie comb [Verse 3] Bandstands in Hollywood is the places I go I knock 'em out with every rock and roll show Keep it swingin', I'm travellin' light Make like Palladin on a Saturday Night Have guitar, will travel Have wiggle, will a-wiggle Yeah, dig [Verse 4] All the cats are thinkin' I got it made Standin' tall upon the Hit Parade Countin' my money and on my Cadillac Lovin' the girls and payin' income tax Oh, Holy Mackeral Look at the goodies [Outro] Here I am, girls Yeah, come and get me Come help

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  • Bobby Bare