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 want to stay in my arms we'd rest

But I don't have a sweetheart yet

I can't believe what I found in daddy's sock drawer, sock drawer

It was a pistol, a Smith & Wesson, holy, holy shit

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(One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four!)

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