99 Year Blues - Hot Tuna

Well, now give me my pistol, man

And three round balls

I’m gonna shoot everybody

That I don’t like at all

Like at all, like at all

Like at all, like at all

Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame

You know the thing don’t miss

'Cause I got dead aim

Got dead aim, got dead aim

Got dead aim, got dead aim

Well, the world is a drag

And my friends can’t vote

Gonna make me a connection

And score some dope

Go, get high, go, get high

Go, get high, go, get high