HIGH BALL SHOOTER (Blackmore/Coverdale/Hughes/Lord/Paice)
Well I'm a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking mean Tryin' to make it on the scene I guess you love it 'Cause I always see you hanging' around.
You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me.
A Magnet brought you to me Told me your name was Jo You said you liked my music And you really did enjoy the show Now I wanna play piano But my fingers don't agree They're busy on you woman And I feel your fingers workin' on me, oh.
You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me.
It's time to leave you honey I know you're feeling sad Don't you cry now baby You know that only makes me mad I see you everywhere I go Every town and place I can't recall your name But I know I won't forget your sweet face.
You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me.
'Cause you're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me Sure ripped the low ones off me.
