VD Gunner's Blues (Landlady)
Landlady, hey, landlady,
Push your window high.
Landlady, hey, landlady,
Push up your window screen.
Well, I've come to kill that woman
That give me the old VD.
Quit your beatin', stop your bangin',
Quit kickin' up around my door.
Quit your beatin', stop your bangin',
Quit kickin' up around my door.
Well, that woman who give you the VD,
She don't live here no more.
Landlady, landlady,
You're tellin' me a lie.
Landlady, landlady,
Tellin' me a lie.
There's a dose of hot lead
To stop your lyin' tongue.
Blow your whistle, policeman,
My poor feet are bound to run.
Blow your whistle, policeman,
My poor feet are bound to run.
But I won't stop my runnin'
'Til I get that VD woman with my gun.
I can hear your bullets slingin',
Sweet bullets from your deputy's gun.
I can hear 'em slingin' past me,
Sweet bullets from that deputy's gun.
From this hole in my back,
I can feel my heart-blood run.
Autor(es): Woody Guthrie
