Pepperbox Blues

Play the Soldier's Farewell on a sawdust floor,

Say the sun's gonna shine in your back door.

Play to steak and brains -- who you tryin' to kid,

And baby where you got that pepperbox hid.

Got buffalo weather, got brakeman's gin,

And I ain't goin' back to Richland again;

Take the poor boys money, Jackson say you did,

And baby where you got that pepperbox hid.

Hear the wind gonna change, say Mr. So and so,

He gonna trash your name clear to East Monroe;

Brownskin with a razor -- gentlemen what am I bid,

And baby where you got that pepperbox hid.

Bullet in the chamber, so what's that old joke,

You complain if you're hung with a brand-new rope;

Meet me down in the bottoms, now don't you forbid,

And baby where you got that pepperbox hid.