Since i was born in the early nineteen hundreds
I've been lookin for trouble to satisfy the devil in me
Now i might seem like an old man and i've done many dirty things
But still show no mercy for the bastards wanna messin with me
Feed me with a .45 and point me at the chest
And Johnny's litte boy's gonna save your little ass
Some damn punks are messin 'round
And they don't know how to play
Well, mr M one nine double one is gonna show them a way
I had a hundred years of killin with no remorse
If you wanna get some then i'm your weapon of choice
So feed me with a .45 and point me at the chest
And Johnny's litte boy's gonna save your little ass
So feed me with a .45 and point me at the chest
And Johnny's litte boy's gonna save your little ass
Damn son of a bitch
So feed me with a .45 and point me at the chest
And Johnny's litte boy's gonna save your little ass