His hat would tilt o’er half his face
He kept it locked in a violin case
He’d grin cigarettes between his teeth
With a red silk tie held up beneath
He’d strut around like he owned the town
Till the hot red night they shot him down.
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
His hat would tilt o’er half his face
He kept it locked in a violin case
He’d grin cigarettes between his teeth
With a red silk tie held up beneath
He’d strut around like he owned the town
Till the hot red night they shot him down.