am.
But there's A things goin' on that make me mad down to the E core. I
in the
street and I'm A madder than hell and I ain't gonna take it no E more.
and
he A slaps him on the wrist and he turns him back out on the town. Well,
short piece of
rope, and A hang 'em up high and let 'em swing thll the sun goes E down.
of the
eye for an
remember
Now, I'm the kind of man that wouldn't harm a mouse, but if I catch somebody
breakin' in my house, I've got a twelve gauge shotgun waitin' on the other