Working For The F.B.I.

 There I was,

on a

Saturday

night,

working for the

F.B.I.

I was down town,
sitting in a nest of bad men,

with the whiskey bottles piling high.

Bootlegging boozers were on the west side of town.

Just about to call up the D.A. to tell them about the people,

who are doing wrong.

When I heard this woman singing,

singing a song.

A pair of forty-fives pistols opened up my eyes.

Looking down those barrels,

my temperature started to rise.
She was a long cool woman in a black dress,

pointing a pair of guns at my chest.

Just five foot nine

 but oh so beautiful.

With just one look,

I was a bad mess.
Cause that long cool woman had it all.

Saw her heading towards a table,
walking like big black cat.
When Charlie said,

"I hope that you're able boy."
Well,
I'm telling you,

I know,

she is where it's at!
Suddenly we heard a sirens.
Everybody started to run.
Jumping out of doors,

and over tables,
then I heard somebody shooting a gun.

Later the D.A. was cuffing my left hand,
she a holding my right.
I told her not to be scared,
because you're gonna be alright.
If I want to spend my life with a
long cool woman in a black dress,

I have to blow my cover to stop her arrest.

You know she had it all.

Just at five-nine,

but you know she had it all.

Beautiful she was.

She just had it all.

 

This is,

Guess Whom And What Inspired This Story

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
- Jane Eyre -

 That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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