Leon Russell — Blues Power/Shoot out on the Plantation
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Woah, Junior and the drummer are fighting
About a woman in the neighborhood
Oh, the drummer never hit a bad lick in his life
And Junior never hit any good
Yeah, the colonel said that women are for loving, not fighting
But that didn’t clear the air ‘Cause
Junior’s still living in the blackboard jungle
With his Elvis Presley hair
Yeah, the drummer’s got the drum, the colonel’s got the gun
And Junior’s only got a knife, he’d better run
It’s a shootout on the plantation, it’s so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater’s not the villain
Yeah, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot It’s a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah
And the cold steel blade is shining
Enough to cause your blood to freeze
But the drummer is drumming a Rolling Stones’ number
On Junior’s head and on his knees Oh,
Oklahoma’s lonesome cowboys Are turned on in Tinsel
Town I knew there’d be some cameras rolling
If Andy was standing around
Yeah, the drummer’s got the drum, the colonel’s got the gun
And Junior’s only got a knife, he’d better run
It’s a shootout on the plantation, it’s so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater’s not the villain
Yeah, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot
It’s a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, help me
Yeah now, the drummer’s got the drum, the colonel’s got the gun
And Junior’s only got a knife, he’d better run
It’s a shootout on the plantation, it’s so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater’s not the villain
Yeah, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot It’s a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah
Won’t somebody help me You gotta help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Whoa won’t you help me, help me
Whoo why don’t you help me?
Why don’t you tell me about it?
Why don’t you scream and shout it?
Whoa won’t you help me, help me?
Mmm help me help me
Won’t heaven help mister?
Won’t you kiss your sister? hoa, won’t you heaven help mister?
