Babe Ruth - Wells Fargo Lyrics

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Wells Fargo

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What Are The Lyrics For Wells Fargo By Babe Ruth?
Jake ridin' shotgun the whole of his days
Headin' for the Mexican border Shotgun movin' to the rhythm of his range Just to help him keep law and order Sits right back just a-takin' it easy Drinks a shot a whisky and it makes him mighty wheezy He coughed hard once He coughed hard twice Neglecting keeping watch Don't mind the sheriff's advice Ridin' Shotgun Runnin' over land To the Rio Grande Now Shots rang down from the rocks up above And bore Jake to his feet His pants fell down and actin' like a clown The bullets had him dancin' to a rock 'n' roll beat Big Jake did the boogaloo too Got lucky, he cried like a drunk His operations ain't no ??? for you And that's the way it is Ridin' Shotgun Runnin' over land To the Rio Grande Now Stage gotten in to the centre of town And Jake gotta have himself a drink He got to the bar and what he saw Simple station folk would hate to think Ella-May was dancin' to the sound of the blues Her belly must be wobblin' right down to her shoes It's a-groovin' on the sidewalk, just don't get too near 'Cause you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer Ridin' Shotgun Runnin' over land To the Rio Grande Take the law in hand To the Rio Grande Now |
Who Wrote Wells Fargo By Babe Ruth?
Alan Shacklock
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What's The Duration Of The Wells Fargo By Babe Ruth?The duration of Wells Fargo is 6:17 minutes and seconds. |
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