---

Knew a man from down the road
He hauled mountain down by the load
Bought by the dollar and drank by the jar
Ran by night in that bootleggers car

'Til the county sheriff came in
And tried to shut the man down
But he ran like hell when he heard the sound
And the man said: Pop pop pow goes my gun
Six bullet chamber so you better run
When the spring throws the hammer I'll die in the slammer
And the whiskey will run dry
One shot will be my only problem solver
When the feds meet the eye of granddaddy's revolver

Well he got away with the first and who will be his last
He sat under the moon and he hid out in the grass
Waiting for that train to come and roll on by
Watching for the blue and he stayed runnin' that shine

'Til the county sheriff came in
And tried to shut the man down
But he ran like hell when he heard the sound
And the man said: Pop pop pow goes my gun
Six bullet chamber so you better run
When the spring throws the hammer I'll die in the slammer
And the whiskey will run dry
One shot will be my only problem solver
When the feds meet the eye of granddaddy's revolver

When the man's death day came knockin' and they laid him down to rest
They put a jar by his shot and a revolver on his chest
The dying wish of the man was a legend in this land
When the preacher man got up his obituary said:

Pop pop pow goes my gun
Six bullet chamber so you better run
When the spring throws the hammer I'll die in the slammer
And the whiskey will run dry
One shot will be my only problem solver
When the feds meet the eye of granddaddy's revolver

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.