Six Pounds of Pressure Blues
Six Pounds Redemption: A Ballad of Outlaw's Last Stand
Lyrics
Well I was headed to the bar from the county jail
Leaving the county jail and heading to the bar
Preacher man said I was going to hell
Being condemned to hell by a preacher
But I told my mama
Assuring his mother he'll be home soon
That I'd be home soon
Expressing the intention to return home
Well it won't long for I was in the town saloon
Quickly finding himself in a town saloon
Well there was a man sittin' in there
Encountering a man who recognizes him
And I guess he recognized me
Being acknowledged by the man in the saloon
Cause he looked me up and down
Being scrutinized by the man
And stood up on his feet
The man stands up and confronts him
Well he walked over and he put his gun to my teeth
Confrontation escalates with a gun to the speaker's teeth
Well this old boy is 'bout to learn
The speaker anticipates teaching the man a lesson
A quick thing or two
Implying the man lacks knowledge about handling a gun
About how to hold his gun
Emphasizing the man's foolishness
About being a fool
The speaker takes control, using a bar stool as a weapon
Well I took his gun and beat him with an old bar stool
Subduing the man with his own gun and a bar stool
Well now the lawman's after me
Now pursued by the law for a serious crime
For something called first degree
Facing charges of first-degree crime
Well he saw me walkin'
The lawman observes the speaker walking without talking
Not doin' much talkin'
A confrontation in the street with the lawman
He met me in the street
The speaker draws attention by meeting the lawman
And well I drew
Engaging in a confrontation
Well I drew
Repetition of drawing, possibly emphasizing a critical moment
It only takes six pounds of pressure
Highlighting the minimal force needed to defeat a fool
To put down a fool
Underlining the ease of overcoming a foolish adversary
Well I'm in my Henry Ford
Being in possession of a Henry Ford vehicle
Somethin' I can't afford
Indicating financial constraints regarding the vehicle
Well It's a '39 and it looks real fine with the bullet holes in the door
Describing a vintage car with bullet holes
I'm going fast
Speeding away with determination not to return
I ain't going back
Avoiding a return to incarceration
How much time I spent in that cell writin' songs I lost track
Reflecting on lost time spent writing songs in jail
Well I thought I was home free
Believing he's evaded capture and is free
Won't nothin' catching me
Confident in avoiding pursuit
64 on the dash and a whole lotta cash with my Tommy gun in the seat
Speeding away with a Tommy gun and cash
I'm goin' home
Heading home with uncertainty about its location
I don't know where it is though
Expressing confusion about the destination
Well they lit me up ain't give me a chance
Being targeted without a chance for defense
Six pounds of pressure like Bonnie and Clyde I'm dead
Facing inevitable consequences, reminiscent of Bonnie and Clyde
Six pounds of pressure
Reiterating the minimal force needed for a fatal outcome
And I was dead
Confirming the speaker's demise due to six pounds of pressure
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