Eric Burdon - 44 Blues lyrics

I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore I wore my 44 so long it made my shoulder sore Well I'm wondring everybody where did my baby go Take this weapon as a gift son May it serve you all your life You know my blood is running cold And my trigger finger is turning white Cold as ice I hold those fat bra** bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I hold those fat bra** bullets Each one feels as cold as ice I keeps it under my pillow Just to get me thru the night Well I'm so mad this morning I don't know where in the world to go Well I'm so mad this mornin'g I don't know where in the world to go And now I'm lookin' for mister money so I can get myself some dough I'm lookin' for mister money So I can get myself some dough