(originally by Charles Adams Prince)
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, he's gone and left this town
Feeling tomorrow just like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway
St. Louis woman with her diamond rings
She pulls my [?] around by her [?]
If it weren't for her powder and her store-bought hair
The man I love, he wouldn't have gone nowhere, nowhere
I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his [?]
I'll love that man till the day I die
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