Finger On The Trigger

How many nights must I wonder

and how many nights must I wait

how many nights full of thunder

and tell me how many man must I hate

Putting one foot after the other

on a highway that never ends

with a blues note comin' from my guitar

I jump back in the saddle again

I got my finger on the trigger

I'll shoot the big one and blow you away

I'll shoot the big one and blow you away

I'll shoot the big one and blow you away

Like a scene from an old western movie

where they hang'em by ropes from a tree

this system has always been groovy

but not when it happens to me

Throwing one punch after another

in a prize fight that never ends

with a blues note from Frigo's guitar

l'm jumping back in the saddle again

How many times does it feel like

life's just one big pile of bullshit

and everybody seems to be out for a

little bit of everybody else's

well here's a little bit of advice

just get yourself a big old 45

and blow your troubles away