I heard the music coming
Faintly thro the wall of an old cafe
I was feeling kinda restless
And drifted towards the noise
It was the end of the day
Thro the door down the hall
The sound I heard
thro the wall was getting near
So I grabbed a seat and ordered a drink
And was surprised that
they was playing my favorite thing
They were singing that old unforgettable
pistol packing melody
It's a tune that set me singing
And the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgettable pistol packing melody
And it tingles up a feeling
and sets my heart a reeling
And it mades me want to live
and run home and write
the same kinda thing on my own
Sometimes it's hard to get up
and write a sentimental song
Sometimes you want to create such magic
But conditions are wrong
Today I want to compose a rose
That makes ya feel like
I did at the old cafe
So here's my contribution to ya all
Hope it does the same thing to ya all
when you hear it thro the wall
Here's my old unforgettable
pistol packing melody
Hope it's a tune that sets you swinging
And the rhythm they're playing
Justa makes you want to live
Here's my old unforgettable
pistol packing melody
Hope it tingles up a feeling
and sets your heart a reeling
And it makes you want to live
and run home
And write the same kinda thing
on your own
They were singing that
old unforgettable pistol packing melody
It's a tune that set me singing
And the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgettable pistol packing melody
And it tingles up a feeling
and sets my heart a reeling
And it mades me want to live
and run home and write
the same kinda thing on my own
They were singing that
old unforgettable pistol packing melody
It's a tune that set me singing
And the rhythm they were playing
Justa made me want to live
They were singing that
old unforgettable pistol packing melody
And it tingles up a feeling
and sets my heart a reeling
And it mades me want to live
and run home and write
the same kinda thing on my own