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 gunBut I don't have a sweet heart yetBut if I did, I'd break my neckTo please her, make her want to stay in my armsShe'd rest in my armsBut I don't have a sweet heart yetI can't believe what I found in Daddy's sock drawerSock drawer todayIt was a pistol and Smith and WessonHold it, hold me, ***La la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa la, la, la, la la, la, la,La la la la laLa la la la laLa la la la laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.And one day I pray I'll be more than my father's son, but I don't own a single gun.La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.*