Hotter Than A Two Dollar Pistol - George Jones
I stopped off at the Quicksack for some beer and cigarettes The old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette He said I had one just like her son, in 1963 Till the man down at the bank took her from me Aw she was hotter than a two dollar pistol She was the fastest thing around Long and lean, every young man's dream She turned every head in town She was built and fun to handle son, I'm glad that you dropped in She reminds me of the one I loved back then Then I handed him my keys and said, "Here take her for a spin" The old man scratched his head and then he looked at me again and grinned He said, "Son, you just don't understand it ain't the car I want It's the brunette in your 'Vette that turns me on I had one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol She was the fastest thing around Long and lean, every young man's dream She turned every head in town She was built and fun to handle son, I'm glad that you dropped in She reminds me of the one I loved back then
Artist: George Jones