
Date of issue: 30.06.2009
Song language: English
Give Up Your Guns |
When I woke up this morning |
I found myself alone |
I turned to touch her hair, but she was gone |
She was gone |
And there beside my pillow |
Were her tears from the night before |
She said, give up your guns and face the law |
I robbed a bank in Tampa |
And I thought I had it made |
But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades |
So I ran |
And I stumbled on this cabin |
And she came to me once more |
She said, give up your guns and face the law |
I don’t wanna leave her |
I don’t wanna die |
Deep within a cold, cold grave |
With no one 'round to cry |
But I have got my pistol |
Now it’s time to choose |
Shooting here or hanging there |
And either way I lose |
And now, I’m in this cabin |
Where my own true love should be Instead, there lies a note she wrote to me And it says |
No, you can’t live by the bullet |
But you sure as death can die |
My love, give up your guns or say goodbye, goodbye |
And the sheriff now is calling |
With his shotgun at my door |
Son, give up your guns and face the law |