I got in a fight with the stenographer 

Afterwards she read me like a book. 

I had tried to get along with her 

But my temperament was quickly overlooked. 



On the weekends we can 

Sneak into this courtroom 

And you'll offer me some sort of bargain plea. 



Yeah, Smith and Weston (Wesson) Jr. was a son of a gun 

He pressed his nose up to my head. 

Yeah, I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one 

That was not as much sweat as was lead. 



Oh, I still love you

Oh, I still love you,

Although I know that you want me dead. 

And when I turn my other cheek 

I will beg and I'll plead 

That this time you might just kiss it instead. 



Cause this is my story 

And like the glue on the binding, 

I'm sticking to it. 

If you wanna implore me 

To change my tune, 

Well I just won't do it. 



Cause this is my story 

And like the glue on the binding, 

I'm sticking to it. 

If you wanna implore me 

To change my tune, 

Well I just won't do it.