Pistol Packin' Melody

I heard the music coming
fainly thro the wall of an old cafe
I was fellin' kinda restless
and drifted t'wars the noise
It was the end of the day
Thro the down, down the hall
the sound I heard thro the wall was getting near
So I grabbed a sit and ordered a drink
And was surpised that they was play'in my favourite thing
They were singing that old
unforgetable pistol packin' melody
It's a true that set me singing
and the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgetable pistol packin' melody
And it tingles up a feelin' and sets
my heart a feelin' and it mades me want to live
And run home and write the same kinda thing on my own
Sometime it's hard to get up and write a sentimental song
Sometime I want to create such a magic but conditions are wrong
Today I want to compose and rolls and make the feel like getting up an old cafe
And hear my contribution to your
They were singing that old
unforgetable pistol packin' melody
It's a true that set me singing
and the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgetable pistol packin' melody
And it tingles up a feelin' and sets
my heart a feelin' and it mades me want to live
And run home and write the same kinda thing on your own
They were singing that old
unforgetable pistol packin' melody
It's a true that set me singing
and the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgetable pistol packin' melody
And it tingles up a feelin' and sets
my heart a feelin' and it mades me want to live
And run home and write the same kinda thing on my own
They were singing that old
unforgetable pistol packin' melody
It's a true that set me singing
and the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgetable pistol packin' melody
And it tingles up a feelin' and sets
my heart a feelin' and it mades me want to liveown