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
But I don't have a sweet heart yet
But if I did, I'd break my neck
To please her, make her want to stay in my arms
She'd rest in my arms
But I don't have a sweet heart yet
I can't believe what I found in Daddy's sock drawer
Sock drawer today
It was a pistol and Smith and Wesson
Hold it, hold me, ***
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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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