This Gun Don't Care

(Larry Lee)



I don't like the way you touch my, baby

If you're smart you turn him loose

Unless you crave danger or you're crazy

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.



You better take your hands off my, baby

Or they're gonna bury you in your boots

Keep what I'm say 'cause I ain't fooling

And this gun don't care who it shoots.



This old gun of mine has no conscience

Shows no favors as never called a truce

So it's all up to you now pay attention

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.



--- Instrumental ---



I'm glad to see you've made a right decision

Just back away you'd better pull up roots

And let's hope that you'll never cross my vision

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.



This old gun of mine has no conscience

Shows no favors as never called a truce

So it's all up to you now pay attention

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.



No, this gun don't care who it shoots

No, this gun don't care who it shoots...