Shoot Out On the Plantation

Oh, Junior and the drummer are fightin'
About a woman in the neighborhood
Oh, the drummer never hit a bad lick in his life
And Junior never hit any good

Yeah, the colonel said that women are for lovin', not fightin'
But that didn't clear the air
'Cause Junior's still livin' in the blackboard jungle
With his Elvis Presley hair

Yeah, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun
And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better run
It's a shootout on the plantation, it's so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater's not the villain

Oh, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbin' your friends is such a drag to boot
It's a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah

And the cold steel blade is shinin'
Enough to cause your blood to freeze
But the drummer is drumming a Rolling Stones' number
On Junior's head and on his knees
Oh, Oklahoma's lonesome cowboys are turned on in Tinsel Town
I knew there'd be some cameras rollin' if Andy was standing around

Yeah, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun
And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better run
It's a shootout on the plantation, it's so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater's not the villain

Oh, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot
It's a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, help me

Yeah now, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun
And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better run
It's a shootout on the plantation, it's so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody?
The firewater's not the villain

Oh, the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot
It's a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah

Won't somebody help me
You gotta help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me, whoa
Why don't you help me, help me? woo
Why don't you help me?

Why don't you tell me about it?
Why don't you scream and shout it?
Won't you help me, help me?
Help me, help me
Won't you help your mister?
Won't you kiss your sister?
Won't you help your mister?



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Writer(s): Leon Russell
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