Shoot Out On The Plantation lyrics
by Leon Russell



Junior and the drummer are fighting

About a woman in the neighborhood

Oh, the drummer never hit a bad lick in his life

And Junior never hit any good

Yeah, the colonel said that women are for loving, not fighting,

But that didn't clear the air

'Cause Junior's still living in the blackboard jungle

With his Elvis Presley hair



(Chorus):

Yeah, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun

And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better run

It's a shootout on the plantation, it's so hard to understand

Why do some people have to hurt somebody?

The firewater's not the villain.

Oh the last one to kiss is the first to shoot

And stabbing your friends is such a drag to boot

It's a shootout on the plantation

Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah. (help me)



And the cold steel blade is shining

Enough to cause your blood to freeze

But the drummer is drumming a Rolling Stones' number

On Junior's head and on his knees

Oh, Oklahoma's lonesome cowboys are turned on in Tinsel Town

I knew there'd be some cameras rolling if Andy was standing around.



(Chorus)



Won't somebody help me

You gotta help me, help me, help me..

Why don't you help me, help me?

Why don't you tell me about it?

Why don't you scream and shout it?

Won't you help your mister?

Won't you kiss your sister?