Frankie's Gun!

My car goes Chicago

Every weekend to pick up some cargo

I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie

Turn the goddamn radio down, thank you

Pull over, count the money

But don't count the thirty in the glove box, buddy

That's for to buy Lucille some clothes

Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

He shot me down

(He shot me down)

He shot me down

Work zones, double fines

Don't pass the double lines

Trailer McDonald's rest stop, trailer double wide

I saw a man hit my mom one time, really

I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey

Called my mama told her, "In the dresser

There's ten or twenty dollars, but there ain't no lesser

That's for to take my sister to the picture show"

Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

Bang, bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

He shot me down

(He shot me down)

He shot me down

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na-na, diddy-na-na

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na

Oh, no, no, no

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na-na, diddy-na-na

Frankie, what you doin'?

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na

Ooh

Alright

Come here, buddy

It's war, man

'Cause, alright

Slip make a fender shine

Frankie, you're a friend of mine

Got me off a bender after long-legged Brenda died

I thought we might on a roll this time, Frankie

I could've swore the box said Hollywood blanks, but

You see my mama, please tell her

I left a little rock in a box in the cellar

That's for her to wear till kingdom come

Bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

Bang, bang, bang, bang went Frankie's gun

(He shot me down, Lucille)

He shot me down

(He shot me down)

He shot me down

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na-na, diddy-na-na

Na-na-na

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na

Oh, no, no, no

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na-na, diddy-na-na

Na-na-na-no

Sha-na-na

Sha-na-na

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo