Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear

Bitin' a bullet, pullin' out all of his hair

Shotgun Willie has got all of his family there



You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say

You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say

You can't play music if you don't know nothin' to play



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Well, John T. (Fours)? was workin' with the Klu Klux Klan

The six foot five John T was a hell of a man

Made a lot of money sellin' sheets on the family plan



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