Don

Don't Shoot Me, Baby (I'm Not Ready To Die)

Bill Bowen With The Rockets

(Bowen - Leslo, METEOR 5033, 1956)

Well, I slipped out dancin' with the cats last night
The party was fine and a-goin' just right
Boy, I was havin' the time of my life
When somebody hollered, here comes your wife
I jumped and I hollered, I screamed and I cried
Don't shoot me baby, I'm too young to die

Well, I knew darn well from the way she looked
My doggone goose was really cooked
I grabbed my coat and my rockin' shoes
I hollered, move over buddy, I'm a-comin' through
I stumbled on a table, fell down on the floor
Howlin', don't shoot me baby, I won't do it no more

Well, she said, now boy you'd better stop
The louder she hollered, well the faster I got
I thought to my soul, I was gonna get free
But the doggone door got in front of me
I wiggled and I hollered, I screamed and I cried
Don't shoot me baby, I'm too young to die

Well, she knocked me down, she picked me up
She shook me around like a little bitty pup
I closed my eyes and I held my breath
I thought to my soul, she'd beat me to death
I wiggled and I hollered, I screamed and I cried
Don't shoot me baby, I'm too young to die

< Go back to lyrics full list

Suggest changes or updates

We are on Twitter and Facebook

A growing list of Rockabilly, Rock'n'Roll, Hillbilly, Psychobilly, Western Swing and related music events, festivals, weekends and parties. Please help us make it grow!


RockabillyRules.com is not responsible for the information provided by the promoters or the information obtained from the official websites. For last-minute changes, it is better to be aware of the news on the official pages or their channels on social networks.