I got in a fight with the stenographer   Afterwards she read me like a book.   I had tried to get along with her   But my temperament was quickly overlooked.     On the weekends we can   Sneak into this courtroom   And you'll offer me some sort of bargain plea.     Yeah, Smith and Weston (Wesson) Jr. was a son of a gun   He pressed his nose up to my head.   Yeah, I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one   That was not as much sweat as was lead.     Oh, I still love you  Oh, I still love you,  Although I know that you want me dead.   And when I turn my other cheek   I will beg and I'll plead   That this time you might just kiss it instead.     Cause this is my story   And like the glue on the binding,   I'm sticking to it.   If you wanna implore me   To change my tune,   Well I just won't do it.     Cause this is my story   And like the glue on the binding,   I'm sticking to it.   If you wanna implore me   To change my tune,   Well I just won't do it.