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

I don't have a sweetheart yet
But if I did I'd break my neck
To please her, make her want to 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

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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

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La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

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