Pistol Slapper Blues (WNCR Cleveland Radio Session / 1972)

Next song is, uh, an old ragtime sort of tune by a man called

Blind Boy Fuller. It's a song called "Pistol Snapper Blues."

Well, I'd know my dog anywhere I hear him bark

I'd know my rider if I'd see her in the dark

You didn't say you didn't love me

When you were stretched out across my bed

Drinking moonshine whiskey and talking all out of your head

Well, I feel like snapping my pistol in your face

I'm gonna let some graveyard be your resting place

Ain't but two kind of people in this world that I can't stand

And that's a lying woman and a cheating, noggin man

Pistol snapper!

Well, I feel like snapping my pistol in your face

I'm gonna let some graveyard be your resting place

You didn't say you didn't love me

When you were stretched out across my bed

Drinking moonshine whiskey and talking all out of your head

Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey

Ooh, ooh, ooh