Eric Clapton - 32-20 Blues Lyrics

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
Send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none

If she gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do
She gets unruly, thinks she don't wanna do
Take my 32-20, boy, cut her half in two

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
.38 Special but I believe it's most too light
I got a 32-20 to make the camps all right

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
Send for my baby, man, and she don't come
Them doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none

Gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun
Gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man have come

Ow, baby, where you stay last night?
Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right

Got a .38 special, boy, it do very well
Got a .38 special and it do very well
Got a 32-20 now, it's a burning hell

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in West Point sure can't help her none

Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
Ow, baby, where'd you stay last night?
You didn't come home till the sun was shining bright

Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest
Ow, boy, I just can't take my rest
With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast