Wells Fargo – Babe Ruth – letras

Jake ridin’ shotgun the whole of his daysHeadin’ for the Mexican borderShotgun movin’ to the rhythm of his rangeJust to help him keep law and orderSits right back just a-takin’ it easyDrinks a shot a whisky and it makes him mighty wheezyHe coughed hard onceHe coughed hard twiceNeglecting keeping watchDon’t mind the sheriff’s adviceRidin’ShotgunRunnin’ over landTo the Rio GrandeNowShots rang down from the rocks up aboveAnd bore Jake to his feetHis pants fell down and actin’ like a clownThe bullets had him dancin’ to a rock ‘n’ roll beatBig Jake did the boogaloo tooGot lucky, he cried like a drunkHis operations ain’t no ??? for youAnd that’s the way it isRidin’ShotgunRunnin’ over landTo the Rio GrandeNowStage gotten in to the centre of townAnd Jake gotta have himself a drinkHe got to the bar and what he sawSimple station folk would hate to thinkElla-May was dancin’ to the sound of the bluesHer belly must be wobblin’ right down to her shoesIt’s a-groovin’ on the sidewalk, just don’t get too near’Cause you’re gonna get knocked over by a belly full o’ beerRidin’ShotgunRunnin’ over landTo the Rio GrandeTake the law in handTo the Rio GrandeNow