Rory Gallagher

Well, you think youre sitting pretty
But youre sitting on a powder keg.
Well, you think youre standing steady
But youre weak as a matchstick leg.
Well, theres a rumble in the city,
Theres a call out for your head.
Now isnt it a pity
Your futures just a lump of lead.
But now youre running scared, youve got no place to run;
Youre caught between the law and the Big Guns.
Well, its a long way from the pool halls,
Through the rackets and the petty crime.
Well, you thought you were a tough one
But youve bitten off too much this time.
Youve stepped on the wrong toes,
Now look who youve upset.
You walked on the wrong toes,
Youve got your picture on the police gazette.
Well, now youre running scared, youve got no place to run;
Youre caught between the law and the Big Guns.
Your back is against a wall, you dont like it there at all.
Now youre too proud to fall, you got no friends you can call.
Well, you never felt so gritty,
The sweats pouring down your back.
Youre like a tiger in the jungle
And you cant find your way back.
You hadnt played your cards right,
You hadnt seen the signs,
Well, you tried to run the whole game,
Now youve come to the end of the line.
Well, now youre running scared, youve got no place to run;
Now youre face to face with the Big Guns.
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