I´m Hanging Up My Rifle - Bobby Bare

I’m a-hangin' up my rifle, war suit and all

Goin' back to Memphis where they’re havin' a ball

Tell all the chicks, uh, here I am

Like, later, Big Uncle Sam

I want my guitar back

My hair, sideburns and Cadillac

Well, on the day I make that all-American scene

It’s gonna be like a Battle of New Orleans

Walk right in just like a big herd of cattle

Say: «Alright, tiger, out of the saddle»

That’s mine, Cap

Yeah, Uncle Same can use you

Take your Kookie comb

Bandstands in Hollywood is the places I go

I knock 'em out with every rock and roll show

Keep it swingin', I’m travellin' light

Make like Palladin on a Saturday Night

Have guitar, will travel

Have wiggle, will a-wiggle

Yeah, dig

All the cats are thinkin' I got it made

Standin' tall upon the Hit Parade

Countin' my money and on my Cadillac

Lovin' the girls and payin' income tax

Oh, Holy Mackeral

Look at the goodies

Here I am, girls

Yeah, come and get me

Come help