Hot Tuna - 99 Year Blues lyrics

Well, now give me my pistol, man And three round balls I'm gonna shoot everybody That I don't like at all Like at all, like at all Like at all, like at all Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame You know the thing don't miss 'Cause I got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Well, the world is a drag And my friends can't vote Gonna make me a connection And score some dope Go, get high, go, get high Go, get high, go, get high