Bradshaw, he was a lone wolf
He was always on the prowl
And when he'd go out to find a woman
You could hear his soulful howl
Dawson, she was a pretty thing
But you know, she was married
Whenever she seen a big girl comin'
She would hide the ring she
And he had some love and some wine
And this went on every night
And big girl would howl for more
And he grabbed her viciously
Earl, hon, would you call the police
But he turned on the road
And there was no chance to run
And he said, you've had it, son
Why did you shoot me in my knee?
The thing that comes naturally
I hate to see the world get it like
that, but it had to happen.
I'm going do one more thing out
here by myself with y 'all.
This thing I did, I cut a lot of times,
some other people's cut it and I don't believe
but I think this is a way to do it, just a guitar and me and