Lyrics

Pistol's in the piss pot Rooster's in the pie All I need you to do for me Is remember this alibi Just remember Sixty-nine in Chino I didn't mean to shoot no dog I worked alone, I'm a broken soul Come down-state for a job For a job Come on Miss Lorena I love to hear you sing Pass me a wing Run from Sacramento Run from all I got So we were drunk on 'bama Curtis When they rolled that chicken lot When they rolled that lot