She likes to shoot her gun. Shootin' at the target of love. She likes to load her chamber. Hot and tight like a black leather glove. She's a little freak, but she'll take you in.
Blues-based tune a la John Lee Hooker. . What a shame, what a shame, what a shame. The shape my hair is in. It's way too humid, today, my head, it ain't no friend.
I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.. I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad.. I work a hundred grand scam from a border town.. Well, I'll be feeling glad..
She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine. but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine.. . She got me under pressure. she got me under pressure..
Words and music by Billy Gibbons, Bill Ham, Dusty Hill.. . I was on my way down to Mexico,. there was trouble on the rise.. It was nothing more than I'd left behind,.
Just when I have enough money to spend. And I was always thinking it would never end. Then the time came to the end of the game. Don't you know. . And just when the sky got shiny and bright.
I bet the derby and I won by a nose,. I bet Vegas and they took my clothes.. I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff,. I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough?.
I got to have a shot. 'Cause what you got is oh so sweet. You got to make it hot. Like a boomerang I need a repeat. . Gimme all your lovin'. All your hugs and kisses too.
Some girls gotta get coco chanel. Some get the luck of the draw. I got a girl lookin' naturally well. Hippest chick you ever saw. She like wearin' powder and paint.
I went down with the fuzzbox. Grinding a pound or two. Say I'm down, with a fuzzbox. Pounding and a workin' it through. And because you've got fuzz. Go on and do what you wanna do.
Got a girl, her name's Francine,. finest thing you ever seen.. And I love her, she's all that I want.. And I need her, she's all that I need.. . Well, Francine, oh Francis, why.
Call me a pretty boy. They call me a saint. They call me a sinner. It's gonna be the same. . Now I'm not afraid. And I'm not afear. I ain't gonna lose it.
well she likes the truck. i guess i'm in luck. she wears high heel cowboy boots. she'll slam a shot. whatever you got. she walks the line makes no excuse.
Esther be the one that shoots a machine gun. Whether you like it or not.. Midnight or daylight, stay out of her sight. 'Cuz I heard she's one heck of a shot..
Everything. Ain't leaving nothing out. And make no mistakes. Everything's what it's all about. . Everything. Well everything is everything. Everything.
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3: 23. . Oh I'm makin' my way back home. Least that's what I told her on the phone. Been a while since I made her smile. And I know she gonna dig my style.
Get your brakes and get your beats. Keep something in your pocket knock you off your feet. Rollin tight rollin slow roll it right. I know you wanna go.
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 4: 20. . Did you ever hear the story. That happened not long ago. 'bout the man with a tan:. El diablo de Mexico?. And this man played his hand.
I'm gonna get up in the morning. I believe I'll dust my broom.. I'm gonna get up in the morning. I believe I'll dust my broom.. Well my best gal I'll be leaving.
Well, if I'm seeing what I'm seeing in my neighborhood. If seeing is believing, she sure looks good. She got the kind of look that'd make a grown man cry.