give me back my smoking pistol i feel lost so far from home give me back my smoking pistol ive got problems of my own i gave you wreaths of gold and silver rest those laurels on your head laid you out on sheets of linen but rest assured that you’re far from dead lay down softly on the left side of my bed speak softly, oh so softly as the moon light turns blood red give me back my smoking pistol so I wont be all alone give my back my smoking pistol ive got problems of my own home is where you find it, you hide it i gave you diamonds, I gave you emeralds, weighed you down with precious stones took you down off of your throne now I am so alone lay down slowly on the right side of my bed whisper softly, oh so softly shots ring inside my head i took you in my arms the night was raining lead kissed you gently, oh so gently for the time we had was spent give me back my smoking pistol i feel lost so far from home give me back my smoking pistol so I don’t feel all alone, so all alone home is where we find it, hide it