Pistol Packin' Melody - 张国荣

I heard the music coming

Faintly thro the wall of an old cafe

I was feeling kinda restless

And drifted towards the noise

It was the end of the day

Thro the door down the hall

The sound I heard thro the wall was getting near

So I grabbed a seat and ordered a drink

And was surprised that they was playing my favorite thing

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

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

Sometimes you want to create such magic

But conditions are wrong

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

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

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