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 WANNA STAY, IN MY ARMS SHE’D REST BUT I DON’T HAVE A SWEETHEART YET
I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND IN DADDY’S SOCK DRAWER, SOCK DRAWER TODAY IT WAS A PISTOL, A SMITH & WESSON, HOLY HOLY SHIT
THE 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