Gun Song



I don't own a single gunBut if I did, you'd be the oneTo hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men runBut I don't own a single gun
And I don't have a sweetheart yetBut if I did I'd break my neckTo please her, make her want to stay in my arms we'd restBut I don't have a sweetheart yet
I can't believe what I found in daddy's sock drawer, sock drawerIt was a pistol, a Smith & Wesson, holy, holy shit
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(One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four!)
Things I knew when I was youngSome were true and some were wrongAnd one day, I pray , I'll be more than my father's sonBut I don't own a single gun