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
THE 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