Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating
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They're polishing the luga facsimiles
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The little kids grow up imitating
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Cowboys shoot indians before puberty
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Don't get me to the battle on time
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I'd be useless in the front line
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Don't point that thing at me
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You know I'm scared of guns
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You can argue, say it's harmless
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In the nightmare fairground gallery
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We're all under pain of death
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To keel right over gracefully
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I ached to be a uniform man
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And toss that baton in a marching band
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Don't point that thing at me
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You know I'm scared of guns
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I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands
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I'm scared of guns, they might go bang
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I'm scared of guns, Hey Joe, they're out of control
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I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul
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Don't shoot me
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I wanna put flowers in the barrels
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Like the famous photo, understand
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That I'd rather get hit on the head
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That hold cold metal in my hand
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The new arrival, the latest addition
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The little boys running out of ammunition
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Don't point that thing at me
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You know I'm scared of guns
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Scared Of Guns
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| John Wesley Harding |
