Текст песни John Hiatt - I Got a Gun
John Hiatt - I Got a Gun слова песни
She took some blood and tearsFrom an old fruit jarShe rubbed it on her bellyWhere he left his scarsShes such a fragile thingLike pigeon bonesHe couldnt whip my little brotherHe wouldnt leave her aloneSo if you see that manDone these things to herTell him, hed better runI got a gunI got a gun yallJustice will be doneI got a gun, got a gunThey say a man with a weaponHe gets 99 yearsBut I would give my lifeTo wash away her tearsSo if you see that manDone these things to herTell him, hed better runI got a gunI got a gun yallJustice will be doneI got a gun, got a gunNow I never looked at a pistolBut now I lost my gripThe judge would only give him a slap on the wristI aint had it very longBut now its in my handShe took her very last whippin from that spineless manI got a gunI got a gun yallJustice will be doneI got a gun, got a gun