Me and A Gun
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5 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 want to live, got a full tank and some chips.
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
I sang “holy holy” as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh, It’s kinda 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
I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Use to hang
And he said, “It’s your choice babe
Just remember I don’t think you’ll be back
In three day’s time, So you choose well”
Tell me what’s 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
Your pushed flat on your stomach
And it’s not a classic Cadillac
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
I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
