Shotgun Willie
Sits around in his underwear
Biting on a bullet
And pulling out all of his hair
Shotgun Willie
Got all of his family there

Well you can't sell records
If you ain't got nothing to say
Well you can't sell records
If you ain't got nothing to say
You can't play music
If you ain't got music to play

Now John T. Flores
Was working for the Ku Klux Klan
At six-foot-five
John T. was a helluva man
Made a lot of money
Selling sheets on the family plan

Can't do stuff
If you ain't got stuff to do
Can't wear green
If you ain't got nothing green to wear
Can't drink beer
If you ain't got no refrigerator unit
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Shotgun Willie Lyrics

Tenderloin – Shotgun Willie Lyrics

Songwriters: Nelson, Willie
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