Hoyt Axton Lyrics
"Della and the Dealer"

(Hoyt Axton)

It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo,
Left the city in a pick-up truck
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
And the coyote bays at the moon
Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the dealer and the dog as well
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
Where they play a little cowboy tunes
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
By the name of Randy Boone.

Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
And Della got a fire in her eye
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
And the cat had a shot of rye.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the dealer and the dog as well
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Yeah, the dealer was a killer, he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And swore that Boone would die.

And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was death in Tucson town
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
And a dog and a cat ran too
And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
As down the road they flew.

It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo
Left Tucson in a pickup truck
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word...