Willy was a dance hall bouncer at a club called The Roadside Rest

Give'n out lumps and throwin out drunks was the things he did the best

Jake, he was the home town wino and Willie bounced him every night

Even though Willy would knock him silly, Jake put up a hell of a fight

From his spot there on the sidewalk, where Willie would throw 'ol Jake

Jake he'd point a finger at Willie and the people would hear him say

Chorus: Why don't you lay it right down, put it right down, I can't read your mind

If there's somethin 'bout me that you don't like we could talk about it anytime

But just 'cause you don't like me, you don't have to be so unkind

Just lay it right down, put it right down, lay it right on the line....

Now 'ol Jake swore he'd get even, he was tired of walkin 'round lame

Willie had broke his nose, all of his toes and everything inbetween

He bought a sympathy card for Willie's mother, put a .38 under his vest

He bought some Muscatel, a box of .38 shells and headed for the Road Side Rest

When 'ol Jake started shoot'n, they said Willie dove for the floor

They said you could hear Willie screamin, for a half a mile or more

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