Songtext Shootout on the plantation Leon Russell

Shootout on the plantation

Junior and the drummer are fighting
About a woman in the neighborhood Oh, the drummer never hit a bad lick in his life
And Junior never hit any good
Yeah, the colonel said that women are for loving, not fighting,
But that didn't clear the air'Cause Junior's still living in the blackboard jungle
With his Elvis Presley hair Yeah, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun
And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better runIt's a shootout on the plantation, it's so hard to understand
Why do some people have to hurt somebody'The firewater's not the villain. Oh the last one to kiss is the first to shoot
And stabbing your friends is such a drag to bootIt's a shootout on the plantation
Oh, heaven help Mister Swan, yeah. (help me) And the cold steel blade is shining
Enough to cause your blood to freeze
But the drummer is drumming a Rolling Stones' number
On Junior's head and on his knees
Oh, Oklahoma's lonesome cowboys are turned on in Tinsel TownI knew there'd be some cameras rolling if Andy was standing around. (chorus) Won't somebody help me
You gotta help me, help me, help me..
Why don't you help me, help me?
Why don't you tell me about ità
Why don't you scream and shout itàWon't you help your mister?Won't you kiss your sister?