Hey Jonnie...
Put that gun down
You see we`re not alone
You look so square
Standing there, with your greasy
Grey long hair.
I remember growing up together
Sharing all kinds of weather
We were to small kids
In a dusty town...
Your trail was trouble, mine was
homebound:
That`s when you reach for
Your revolver...
That`s when you reach for
Your gun...
Well, we heard the stories
On the wire
Death was your only desire
Stayin` away made you hard to
Blame..
But killing my love made me
Stop your game:
That`s when I reach for
My revolver...
That`s when I reach for
My gun...
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