Well I’m a gangster 1934 
Junkies, Winos, Pimps & Whores 
And all you men, women and kids 
best get out the way 

I just left your town, took all your loot, 
bought a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit, 
a hopped-up V8 Ford and some two-tone shoes 

And I’m already gone, I like the pool of blood and sorrow, 
I've got the Machine Gun Blues 

I’ll be out of here for the break of dawn, 
I'll hit the highway, smoke a big cigar, 
got to stop and bury the cash, and get some more 

There’s only one thing on my mind, 
that's making it across that ol' state line, 
but I’m a [bad word] of avenging bullets, 
waiting there for me

And I’m already gone, I've left a path of pure [bad word]  
I've got the Machine Gun Blues 

I'm already gone, my life will soon be through, 
I've got the Machine Gun Blues 

I'm public enemy #1 
I'm sorry for the things that I've done 
If indeed we do cross path, it's nothing personal 

And I’m already gone, I've left a trail of devastation, 
I've got the Machine Gun Blues 

I'm already gone, my life will soon be through, 
I've got the Machine Gun Blues