Blew my smoke on a sunny day When the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold --- To win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time --- (I am your gun) To talk of blue steel so sublime. I can understand your point of view. To tell the truth I'd scare me too.
Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye. Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size. I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes. But I don't choose the company I keep --- And it shows.
I am your gun. Love me, I'm your gun.
Maxim and browning, they helped me along. Stoner, kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song. Now one of me exists, for each one of you, So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
Now I take second place to the motor car In the score of killing kept thus far. And just remember, if you don't mind --- It's not the gun that kills But the man behind.
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