32 Blues
by 
Chris Duarte 
John Jordan 
recording of 1997 
from 
Tailspin Headwhack (Jive 41611) 
I'm just here to get that money 
Just this favor and it ain't for me honey 
So get your man, we'll make this quick 
Lord, I see you ain't feeling too slick 
You said he'd be back 'bout an hour ago 
Oh, you look so bad 
I can't hang here no more 
Feel that breeze by that back door 
Lord, this house is a 
killing floor 
Oh, he swung that bat right at my head 
Just one more inch and I'd be dead 
So I put him down, then I turned to you 
Now I'm looking down the hole of an old .32 
My whole life passed before my eyes 
Just one look at your dark surprise 
Oh, you look so sick 
When you pulled that trigger 
Lord, I swear I'll walk if I hear that click 
Yeah, I walked away and I never looked back 
Just desperate souls in a broke down shack 
So I walked one mile in my own shoes 
Now you know I've got 
Oh, I've got these .32 blues