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Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear Bitin' a bullet, pullin' out all of his hair Shotgun Willie has got all of his family there You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say You can't make a record if you ain't got nothin' to say You can't play music if you don't know nothin' to play (Repeat 1st verse) Well, John T. Floore was workin' with the Klu Klux Klan The six foot five John T was a hell of a man Made a lot of money sellin' sheets on the family plan (Repeat 1st verse) From Letras Mania