What I want, what I got Won't shine in an open lot What I have, what I need Is a taste for luxury greed I spend money like a waterfall Won and lost in the gambling brawl My shoes speak Italian style Out of fashion for a long long while
The names have changed And the stories run This is the ballad of the left hand gun The names have changed But the story runs This is the ballad of the left hand gun
Forty years he played guitar Forty years he hit up every bar I hear the champ is past his prime Lost it all on the spin of a dime