Now Dirt Bag Harry weren’t no friend of mine,
Our paths have crossed a few,
’Cause I stood on one side of the law,
And he saw to pursue.
I’ll admit right now I don’t know how,
I took to a life of crime,
Old Dirt Bag Harry, his Magnum he carried,
Seemed to find me every time.
So one fine day the boys and me,
Took down a liquor store,
With masks and guns, we robbed the joint,
We were looking for a score.
And as we left all hell broke out,
Harry happened on the scene,
He pulled that magnum from his coat,
And nailed two of us clean.
He nailed them boys and down they went,
Another tried to fire,
Three more rounds then Dirt Bag spent,
And the third he did retire.
That left just me, I’d fallen down,
My weapon I had dropped,
Before I got my hand on it,
Harry walked up and stopped,
Then looked at me, and stared a bit,
He raised his gun and frowned.
When Harry spoke his voice was stern,
I knew he wasn’t kidding,
I knew he wanted a lesson learned,
And me to do his bidding.
“You know boy, this gun of mine,
The most powerful in the land,
Now you’ve got yours and I got mine,
But yours ain’t in your hand.”
“In all the fray I sure lost count,
Did I fire five or six?
Perhaps you’re now expressing doubt,
The choice is yours to pick.”
“So pick you well and do not scoff,
No sudden moves from you,
This gun will blow your head clean off,
I’m sure you know it’s true.”
“I’m wondering what you’re thinking now,
You think you have a chance,
Maybe you’re even feelin’ plucky,
But ask yourself in advance,
Boy, is ya feeling lucky?”
That day, I made the right decision,
My luck was never good,
And though I sit inside this jail,
That day I understood.
I ain’t that lucky I never was,
Harry could have gave me lead,
I made the choice and changed my life,
At least I still ain’t dead.
Old Dirt Bag Harry knew the count,
He knew just what was left,
The choice was mine but I had doubts,
And it wasn’t worth the theft.
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