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i got a gun |
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She
took some blood and tears |
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From
an old fruit jar |
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She
rubbed it on her belly |
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Where
he left his scars |
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She's
such a fragile thing |
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Like
pigeon bones |
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He
couldn't whip my little brother |
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He
wouldn't leave her alone |
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So
if you see that man |
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Done
these things to her |
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Tell
him, he'd better run |
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I
got a gun |
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I
got a gun y'all |
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Justice
will be done |
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I
got a gun, got a gun |
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They
say a man with a weapon |
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He
gets 99 years |
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But
I would give my life |
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To
wash away her tears |
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So
if you see that man |
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Done
these things to her |
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Tell
him, he'd better run |
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I
got a gun |
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I
got a gun y'all |
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Justice
will be done |
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I
got a gun, got a gun |
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Now
I never looked at a pistol |
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But
now I lost my grip |
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The
judge would only give him a slap on the wrist |
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I
ain't had it very long |
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But
now it's in my hand |
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She
took her very last whippin' from that spineless man |
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I
got a gun |
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I
got a gun y'all |
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Justice
will be done |
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I
got a gun, got a gun |