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Forty FourI wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder soreI wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore Well I'm wondering everybody where did my baby go Take this weapon as a gift son May it serve you all your life You know my blood is running cold And my trigger finger is turning white Cold as ice I hold those fat brass bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I hold those fat brass bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I keeps it under my pillow Just to get me through the night Well I'm so mad this morning I don't know where in the world to go Well I'm so mad this morning I don't know where in the world to go And now I'm lookin' for mister money so I can get myself some dough I'm lookin' for mister money So I can get myself some dough |