Skip James - 22-20 Blues Lyrics
Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. CrestHow in the world youExpect for me to rest?Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. CrestHow in the world youExpect for me to rest?You got my 22-20Layin' up across my breastOh, if I send for my babyAn she act a foolAn she don't never comeIf I send for my babyShe act a foolAn she don't never comeAll the doctors in New York CityI declare, they can't help her noneYou know, sometimes she gets unrulyAn she act like she just don't wanna doSometimes she gets unrulyAn she act like she just don't wanna -But I'll get my 22-20I'll cut that woman half in twoOh, your.38 SpecialBuddy, it's most too lightYour .38 SpecialBuddy, it's most too lightBut my 22-20Will make ev'rything, alrightAh-or, your .44-40Buddy, it'll do very wellYour .44-40Buddy, it'll do very wellBut my .22-20I declare you, it's a-burnin' hellI was stranded on the highway-hiWith my 22-20 in my -I was standin' on the highwayWith my 22-20 in my -They got me 'cussed for murderI declare, I never have harmed a manLord, on I measure my gunAn it's just a-long as my right armI measured my gunAn it's just as long as my right -I'm gon' raise me some sandAnd back down the road, I declare.~
