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