Smoking Gun

I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty, nasty visions And baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with So-called smoking gun Maybe you want to end it You've had your fill of my kind of fun But you don't know how to tell me And you know that I'm not that dumb I put two and one together And you know that's not an even sum And I know just where to catch you with That well-known smokin' gun I'm standing here bewildered I can't remember just what I've done I can hear the sirens whining My eyes blinded by the sun I know that I should be running My heart's beating just like a drum Now they've knocked me down and taken it That still hot smokin' gun Yeah still hot smokin' gun They've taken it Still hot and smokin' gun Oh, they've taken it Still hot and smokin' gun They've knocked me down, they've taken it Ooh-ooh Aaah! --- Smoking Gun - Robert Cray