Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johnny Got A Gun, artist - Tom Paxton. Album song Wearing The Time, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 18.10.1994
Record label: Concord, Sugar Hill
Song language: English
Johnny Got A Gun |
Johnny’s mum and dad both worked long hours |
And they worked on the weekends too |
Johnny was eleven, but they had no notion |
Of what Johnny was going through |
Johnny got pushed and Johnny got robbed |
And it made him feel chicken to run |
Big kids picked on Johnny every day |
Till Johnny went and got him a gun |
Johnny got a gun; |
he didn’t bring it home |
He covered it with rags and dirt |
On his way to school he looked both ways |
Then he hid it under his shirt |
Johnny was afraid of going to school |
There was always trouble in the halls |
Fights in the boys' room, guns in the lockers |
Little kids bouncing off the walls |
Johnny was afraid of dying young |
Everybody he knew had guns |
So Johnny got a gun |
And every little thing looked cool |
First time Johnny flashed his gun |
Everybody backed off fast |
Everybody treated him differently, then |
Johnny felt safe at last |
Johnny had a gun and everybody knew |
A everybody left him alone |
Till he bumped a kid who was coming down the stairs |
And the kid had a gun of his own |
Kid pushed Johnny; |
Johnny went down |
And the kid had something to say |
Pulled his gun; |
Johnny shot first |
And he blew the other kid away |
The police came and they took away the gun |
Said he wouldn’t need a gun any more |
Took him to the station, sat him in a chair |
And his feet didn’t reach the floor |
Johnny was afraid of dying young |
Everybody he knew had a gun |
So Johnny got a gun |
And every little thing looked cool |
Johnny had a hearing plead self-defence |
Prosecutor said, «No way» |
Judge said, «You're eleven, but you kill like a man |
And it’s gonna be a long, long stay» |
Johnny’s mum and dad still work long hours |
And knock on the unit door |
They sit with Johnny in the visitor’s room |
And his feet don’t reach the floor |
Johnny was afraid of dying young |
Everybody he knew had a gun |
So Johnny got a gun |
And every little thing looked cool |
And his feet don’t reach the floor |