I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away

I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, he's gone and left this town

Feeling tomorrow just like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway

St. Louis woman with her diamond rings
She pulls my [?] around by her [?]
If it weren't for her powder and her store-bought hair
The man I love, he wouldn't have gone nowhere, nowhere

I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his [?]
I'll love that man till the day I die