Broadside - Bennie Wallace



     
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Broadside Lyrics


Sometimes I feel like a dog,
got no place to run
I feel all alone,
my only friend is my gun
So I get up everyday,
and I stand up and I fight
they say I'm a crazy man,
I say I'm doin' alright, alright
Don't kick the dog he's man's best friend,
let 'em lie he'll be alright
its against the law since
I can't say when,
he'll be right there 'til the bitter end
Hit broadside,
sucker-punched again
Hit broadside,
sucker-punched my friend.
You can't bullshit the boss,

he's a smart sonofabitch
it might be your loss,
might be too late to switch.
Don't kick the dog he's man's best friend,
let 'em lie he'll be alright
its against the law since
I can't say when,
he'll be right there 'til the bitter end.
C'mon, hit me baby broadside,
broadside
sucker-punched again.
Hit broadside,
sucker-punched again.
Hit broadside,
sucker-punched again.
I like it broadside.
Broadside,
sucker-punched again.
Broadside,
Broadside,
Broadside,
sucker-punched again,
Hit me baby broadside,
broadside, sucker-punched again,
Broadside.
Go ahead, hit me baby, hit me baby
Broadside!

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

BENNIE WALLACE

Bennie Wallace began playing jazz in 1959 in a school band under the direction of jazz drummer Chet Hedgecoth. Hedgecoth took the students to hear good jazz bands in the area and once even drove them a hundred miles to hear the Count Basie band. Through Chet, Wallace also discovered the Amvets club, a local black after-hours jazz venue. It was there that he had his first opportunity to sit in and play in a real jazz club. In the summer of 1965, the owner of the Amvets, Seth Crenshaw, gave Wallace his first regular job as a band leader.

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