David Wilcox - Blow 'em Away lyrics

Every morning, I commute. Mild-mannered man. In a business suit. When I wanna come home at the end of my day There's all these other cars stacked up in my way. I pull up behind one Pull out my pistol Blow 'em away When I'm driving my car I wanna go fast But there's this slow car, won't let me pa** I flash my lights. I honk my horn. Well.... I have to consider him warned. I pull up behind him Pull out my pistol Blow 'em away Jesse James behind the wheel It's high noon in my automobile You call me crazy, You call me sick Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick Son of a b**h, he cut me off. Three whole lanes he pulled across Made me mad. Made me swerve. Son of a b**h got what he deserved. I pulled up behind him Pulled out my pistol Blew 'em away. Oh, look at that motorcycle, he's ridin' between. He's splittin' lanes, if you know what I mean This cuttin' in line that's an act of war I saw him comin'. I opened my door. Knocked him over Pulled out my pistol Blew 'em away Jesse James behind the wheel It's high noon in my automobile You call me crazy, You call me sick Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick Little ol' lady, bless her heart. She's walkin' her poodle 'cross the boulevard. It was wearin' a red knit sweater, little knitted hat Probably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that! I say, "Here Fifi" Pulled out my pistol Blew it away.