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
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but the man behind.
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I am your gun.
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I'm Your Gun
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Jethro Tull |