Michael Falzarano

Well, now give me my pistol, man
And three round balls
I'm gonna shoot everybody
That I don't like at all
Like at all, like at all
Like at all, like at all

Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame
You know the thing don't miss
'Cause I got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim

Well, the world is a drag
And my friends can't vote
Gonna make me a connection
And score some dope
Go, get high, go, get high
Go, get high, go, get high

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
Up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
I got them old walkin' blues

Well I feel like blowin' sweet old lonesome horn
Up this morning, all I have is gone
Feel like blowin' sweet lonesome horn
Up this morning, all I had is gone

Gonna leave this town this morning if I have to, have to ride the blinds
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin'
If I have to ride the blinds
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin'

Well she've got Elgin movement from her head down, down to her toes
Breaks in a dollar everywhere she goes
She's got Elgin movement from her head down to her toes
Breaks in on a dollar, now, most anywhere she goes

Well I got up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
I got them old walkin' blues
I got them old walkin' blues
I got them old walkin' blues

Well, mother don't you stop prayin'
Father keep right on prayin'
Don't you stop prayin'
For this old world is almost done

I got to keep your lamps trimmed and burning
Keep your lamps
Keep your lamps trimmed and burning
For this old world is almost done

Sister don't you stop prayin'
Brother keep right on prayin'
Don't you stop prayin'
For this old world is almost done

Keep your lamps trimmed and burning
Keep your lamps
Keep your lamps trimmed and burning
For this old world is almost done

Keep our lamps trimmed and burning
Keep our lamps
Keep our lamps trimmed and burning
For this old world is almost done

We'll keep our lamps trimmed and burning
Keep our lamps
I say, "Keep our lamps trimmed and burning
For our race is almost run"

(Jorma Kaukonen, Jack Casady)
Got my questionnaire baby
You know I'm headed off for war
I got my questionnaire baby
You know I'm headed off for war
Well, now I'm gonna do some fightin'
Well, no one knows what for
Well, Uncle Sam ain't no woman
You know he sure can take your man
Said Uncle Sam ain't no woman
You know he sure can take your man
Well, there's 40,000 guys in the service list
Doin' somethin' somewhere they just don't understand
Well, I'm gonna do some fightin'
Of that I can be sure
Said I'm gonna do some fightin'
Of that I can be sure
Well, now I want to kill somebody
Won't have to break no kind of law
I got my questionnaire baby
You know I'm headed off for war
I got my questionnaire baby
You know I'm headed off for war
Well, I want to kill somebody
Won't have to break no kind of law

Momma take the pillow from under my head, now
Allelu
Said take the pillow from under my head
Allelu

Now, take the pillow from under my head
Jesus's gonna make up my dyin' bed
Then you'll need that true religion
Allelu

Doctor, doctor, lookin' sad
Allelu
Well, doctor, doctor said lookin' sad
Allelu

And doctor, doctor now lookin' sad
"Strangest case I ever had"
Then you'll need that true religion
Allelu

Crossin' Jordan, I need not fear
Allelu
Well, crossin' Jordan, I need not fear
Allelu

Said, crossin' Jordan, I need not fear
Jesus' gonna be the engineer
Then you'll need that true religion
Allelu

Momma take the pillow from under my head, now
Allelu
Said take the pillow from under my head
Allelu

Well, take the pillow from under my head
Jesus's gonna make up my dyin' bed
Then you'll need that true religion
Allelu

And I cried, you'll need that true religion
Allelu

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
Up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
I got them old walkin' blues

Well I feel like blowin' sweet old lonesome horn
Up this morning, all I have is gone
Feel like blowin' sweet lonesome horn
Up this morning, all I had is gone

Gonna leave this town this morning if I have to, have to ride the blinds
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin'
If I have to ride the blinds
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin'

Well she've got Elgin movement from her head down, down to her toes
Breaks in a dollar everywhere she goes
She's got Elgin movement from her head down to her toes
Breaks in on a dollar, now, most anywhere she goes

Well I got up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
I got them old walkin' blues
I got them old walkin' blues
I got them old walkin' blues