Whistle While I Clean My Gun

Old tom cat’s laying low in the tall grass
Laying low in the tall grass
Laying low in the tall grass
Where the autumn wind a-moans
Black crows in the tree in the front yard
Crows in the tree in the front yard
Crows in the tree in the front yard
Bending the branches low
The devil’s knocking at the backdoor
It’s been days since I’ve seen to sun
The doors are locked the lamp’s burning low
I whistle while I clean my gun
I whistle while I clean my gun
Looking for headlights through a hole in the drapes
Headlights through a hole in the drapes
Headlights through a hole in the drapes
The gravel’s talking to the road
I’ve gotta head full of worry and a gun full of lead
A head full of worry and a gun full of lead
A head full of worry and a gun full of lead
And a wallet full of blood
I’ll be back soon Mama don’t you cry
Be back soon Mama don’t you cry
Be back soon Mama don’t you cry
I know what roads to take
So tie your worries up with baling wire
Tie your worries up with baling wire
Tie your worries up with baling wire
And we’ll drown them in the lake