Burdon, Eric - 44 Blues Lyrics






I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore
I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore
Well I'm wondering everybody where did my baby go
Take this weapon as a gift son
May it serve you all your life
You know my blood is running cold
And my trigger finger is turning white
Cold as ice

I hold those fat brass bullets
Each one feels as cold as ice
I hold those fat brass bullets
Each one feels as cold as ice
I keeps it under my pillow
Just to get me through the night

Well I'm so mad this morning
I don't know where in the world to go
Well I'm so mad this morning
I don't know where in the world to go
And now I'm lookin' for mister money so I can get myself some dough
I'm lookin' for mister money
So I can get myself some dough





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  1. n.... ....

    little feat's cover outstanding

  2. B.... G....

    I thought this was Chester Burnett's ghost (aka Howlin' Wolf)! Unbelievable job! This is unreal.

  3. k.... 2....

    One of the greAT BLUES SINGERS----------------MR.ERIC BURDON ---

  4. T.... M....

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  5. m.... ....

    Fantastic.

  6. c.... ....

    I love Eric's version of this old tune-----!!!!

  7. S.... C....

    Great song

  8. S.... C....

    Great song

  9. M.... S....

    WOAH! WTF?!!?!? this shit is amazing.

  10. T.... ....

    Thanks For sharing this....Great Stuff,Love it!

  11. N.... K....

    Thanks!!!

  12. w.... ....

    eric is awesome as always.

    check out Roosevelt Sykes who wrote it , very different.!

  13. c.... ....

    I love it-!!!--He should do more songs like this--Hey Eric --when are you gonna do 'Hey Joe & Eve of Destruction--??---I can't wait forever--We're both getting older------------Charlie