If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 Send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
 
 If she gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do
 She gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do
 Take my 32-20, boy, cut her half in two
 
 She got a. 38 special but I believe it's most too light
 . 38 Special but I believe it's most too light
 I got a 32-20 to make the camps all right
 
 If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 Send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 Them doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
 
 Gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun
 Gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun
 You made me love you, now your man have come
 
 Ow, baby, where you stay last night?
 Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
 You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right
 
 Got a. 38 special, boy, it do very well
 Got a. 38 special and it do very well
 Got a 32-20 now, it's a burning hell
 
 If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
 All the doctors in West Point sure can't help her none
 
 Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
 Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
 You didn't come home till the sun was shining bright
 
 Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest
 Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest
 With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
 
sobota, 28 stycznia 2012
Eric Clapton 32-20 Blues tekst
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