Lyrics of "pistol pack 'melody" by Zhang Guorong

I heard the music coming

Fainly thro the wall of an old cafe

I was fellin' kinda restless

And drifted t'wars the noise it was the end of the day

Thro the down down the hall

The sound I heard thro the wall was getting near

So I grabbed a sent and ordered a drink

And was surpised that they was play'in my favourite thing

They were singing that old unforgetable pistol packin' melody

It's a true that set me singing

And the rhythm they were playing

Justa made me want to live

They were singing that old unforgetable pistol packin' melody

And it tingles up a feelin

And sets my heart a feelin

And it mades me want to live

And run home

And write the same kinda thing on my own

Sometimes it's hard to get up and write a sentimental song

Sometimes you want to create such magic

Today I want to compose a rose

That makes ya feel like I did at the old cafe

So here's my contribution to ya all

Hope it does the same thing to ya all

When you hear it thro the wall

]Here's my old unforgettable pistol packing melody

Hope it's a tune that sets you swinging

And the rhythm they're playing

Justa makes you want to live

Here's my old unforgettable pistol packing melody

Hope it tingles up a feeling and sets your heart a reeling

And it makes you want to live and run home

And write the same kinda thing on your own

They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packing melody

It's a tune that set me singing

And the rhythm they were playing

They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packing melody

Justa makes me want to live

And it tingles up a feeling and sets my heart a reeling

And it mades me want to live

And run home and write the same kinda thing on my own

They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packing melody

It's a tune that set me singing

And the rhythm they were playing

Justa made me want to live

They were singing that old unforgettable pistol packing melody

And it tingles up a feeling and sets my heart a reeling

And it mades me want to live

And run home and write the same kinda thing on my own