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I've got my plaid pants onI've got somewhere to beGot to get that clam,And feed my familyI'm walking nice and slowI've got to get an edgeA flapper on my armEveryone's dancingI'm on a limb,It's time to get a wiggle on? HahaAnd no one knows.These hoods can't be exposed.And I'm living just above the law.Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?'Cause the bull's closing in,And my kids have 'gotta eat.Meet me at the speakeasy. Call all my hoods and capers,Held up behind the gin mill.This gun is smoking,And it's ready for a close encounter.Heads up, hang low.Letras de cancionesMan down!These cops have got to go.Bullets spraying;blood is spillingAnd we won't stop till they're dead.Say hello to my little friend.And no one knows.These hoods can't be exposed.And I'm living just above the law.Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?'Cause the bull's closing in,And my kids have 'gotta eat.Meet me at the speakeasy.Caught in a quick drop turn,And my last words escaped the barrel.I'll have to die tonight,Then drop my gun,And up my freedom.Caught in a quick drop turn, (Just let me go)And my last words escaped the barrel.I'll have to die tonight, ('Cause there's no where that you can run)Then drop my gun,And up my freedom. x2You can't escape the long arm of the lawAnd no one knows.These hoods can't be exposed.And I'm living just above the law.Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?'Cause the bull's closing in,And my kids have 'gotta eat.Meet me at the speakeasy. From Letras Mania