| Hoyt Axton - Della and the dealer 1980 It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake, And a cat named Kalamazoo, Left the city in a pick-up truck. Gonna make some dreams come true. Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets, And the coyote bays at the moon. Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake, And a cat named Kalamazoo. If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well. But the cat was cool, And he never said a mumblin' word. Down Tucson way there's a small cafe, Where they play a little cowboy tune. And the guitar picker was a friend of mine, By the name of Randy Boone. Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song, And Della got a fire in her eye. The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun, And the cat had a shot of rye. If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well. But the cat was cool, And he never said a mumblin' word. Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean, And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes. He snorted his coke through a century note, And he swore that Boone would die. And the stage was set when the lights went out, There was death in Tucson town. Two shadows ran for the bar back door, But one stayed on the ground. If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell, About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well. But the cat was cool, And he never said a mumblin' word. Two shadows ran from the bar that night, And a dog and a cat ran too. And the tires ... |
