Gun Song

I don't own a single gun

But if I did you'd be the one

To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run

But I don't own a single gun

And I don't have a sweetheart yet

But if I did I'd break my neck

To please her, make her wanna stay, in my arms she'd rest

But I don't have a sweetheart yet

I can't believe what I found in daddy's

Sock drawer, sock drawer today

It was a pistol, a Smith & Wesson

Holy, holy shit

One, two, one, two, three

Things I knew when I was young

Some were true and some were wrong

And one day I pray I'll be more than my father's son

But I don't own a single gun