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 Me And A Gun

 

5:00 am Friday morning
Thursday night far from sleep
I'm still up and driving
Can't go home obviously
So I'll just change direction
Cause they'll soon know where I live
And I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips
 
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang "holy holy" as he
Buttoned down his pants
 
You can laugh, its kind of funny
Things you think times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
 
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends
Your father, Mr Ed
 
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
 
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back used to hang
And he said "it's your choice babe
Just remember I don't hink
You'll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well"
Tell me whats right?
Is it my right
To be on my stomach of Fred's Seville?
 
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
 
And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through your head
When there's a man on your back
And you're pushed flat on your stomach
It's not a classic caddilac
 
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
No, I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

 
 
© Copyright 1999 -- Jeffrey M. Johnson
Last Updated 10/7/99