Blew my smoke on a sunny day When the first black powder came my way Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold To win fair lady and take your gold
I know it hardly seems the time (I am your gun) To talk of blue steel so sublime I can understand your point of view To tell the truth I'd scare me too
Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes But I don't choose the company I keep and it shows
I am your gun, love me, I'm your gun
Maxim and Browning, they helped me along Stoner, Kalashnikov thrilled to my song Now one of me exists, for each one of you So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
Now I take second place to the motor car In the score of killing kept thus far And just remember, if you don't mind It's not the gun that kills but the man behind