John The Gun

My shadow follows me

Wherever I should chance to go

John the Gun did say

"And you should chance to meet me

As I wander to and fro

Sad would be your day"

My life is mine for the guns, they shine

To take what goes before me

Never shall I fall

Ideals of peace are gold

Which fools have found upon the plains of war

I shall destroy them all

Put away your guns of steel

Death comes too soon for all

Your master, he may need you soon

And you must heed his call

I am the master of the games

That you will hardly ever play

So I will teach your sons

And if they should die

Before the evening of their span of days

Why then, they will die young

Put away your guns of steel

Death comes too soon for all

Your master, he may need you soon

And you must heed his call

I am condemned

For always will I play the game of war

In moonshine or in sun

And if any cross the path I choose to tread

Their chances, they are poor

My name is John the Gun

Put away your guns of steel

Death comes too soon for all

Your master, he may need you soon

And you must heed his call