| «My shadow follows me wherever I should chance to go,»
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| John the Gun did say.
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| «If you should chance to meet me as I wander to and fro,
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| sad would be your day.
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| My life is mine and light did shine
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| 'til the guns, they did go through me,
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| So now I shall never fall.
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| Ideals of peace are gold which fools
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| have found upon the plains of war.
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| I shall destroy them all.»
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| CHORUS:
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| Put away your guns of steel
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| Death comes too soon for all
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| Your master, he may need you soon
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| and you must heed his call
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| «I am the master of the games that you will hardly ever play,
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| so I will teach your sons.
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| and if they should die before the evening of their span of days,
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| why, then they will die young."--CHORUS
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| «Condemn me not, for always will I play the game of war
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| in moonshine or in sun,
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| and if any cross the path I choose to tread,
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| their chances they are poor.
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| My name is John the Gun.»
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| Oh, put away your guns of steel
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| Death comes too soon for all
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| Your master, he may need you soon
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| And you must heed his call |