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Me and a Gun

5 a.m., friday morning
Thursday night, far from sleep
I'm still up and driving
Can't go home, obviously
So I'll just change direction
'Cause they'll soon know where I live
And I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang "holy, holy"
As he buttoned down his pants

You can laugh, it's kind of funny
Things you think, times like this
Like I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Yes I wore slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, for your friends
For your father, Mr. Ed

Me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

And I know what this means
Me and Jesus, a few years back
Used to hang, and he said
"It's your choice, babe, just remember,
I don't think you'll be back in 3 days time, so you choose well"
Tell me what's right
Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville

And do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through your head
When there's a man on your back
And your pushed flat on your stomach
It's not a classic cadillac

Me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Me and a Gun