From the recording Head's UP! For '53...Here Comes 3 Blue Teardrops
Sitting in a Chicago diner eating breakfast one Sunday morning after a gig, Dave, Randy and his gal are chatting about Peggy Sue, Maggie May and Claudette and she says..."No one ever writes a song with the name Colleen in it." Dave responds, I will fix that for you. Nothing says "nifty fifties" like a goodie two-shoes song about robbing a liquor store and going to prison. Clearly this song was written before the invention of cell phones...when a dad could still answer the house phone and screen his daughter's social life. Lol.
Lyrics
I got a pistol packin' mama up North Side man, and she goes by Colleen
Her daddy don't like me too much but she's my teenage queen
Well I call her up on the telephone but it gets slammed in my ear
I gotta sneak her out at night just so we can be near.
'Cos it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough and tumble world for you and me
When Friday night comes then the gang goes out to dance and spend their wad
But unemployment's up and the economy's down and me I got no job
So I get some liquid courage up, and Colleen's .44
and off I go to steal some dough down at the liquor store
Cos it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough and tumble world for you and me
Well I just about thought I had it made, I was headin' for the show
When lights started flashing all around, well then man wouldn't ya know?
My right rear tire it blew on out and the cops they fenced me in
Now I'm doin' time for crime with a gun, automatic 5 to 10
Cos it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough, tough, tumble world
it's a rough and tumble world for you and me