The Gun - William Prince

Doesn’t matter who you love, son

If you don’t love yourself some

She could be the only one and still not want to stay

If you can’t get a hold on

What’s been doing your soul wrong

Been hanging on for way too long

Like living with a loaded gun

So let’s have a tick tick talk about the time that I have left

Always trying to leave you, darling

Give up these cigarettes

I can only say farewell when I know there’s nothing left

Til the next time there ain’t nothing left

Doesn’t matter who you love, son

If you don’t love yourself some

She could be the only one and still not want to stay

If you can’t get a hold on

What’s been doing your soul wrong

Been hanging on for way too long

Like living with a loaded gun

And if you let your body hang like three sheets in the wind

Some day they’ll blow away rip right through the pins

If you pour whiskey on ‘em wrap ‘em ‘round women you just met

Well, one day there’ll be nothing left

Ain’t no next time when there ain’t nothing left

Doesn’t matter who you love, son

If you don’t love yourself some

She could be the only one and still not want to stay

If you can’t get a hold on

What’s been doing your soul wrong

Been hanging on for way too long

Like living with a loaded gun

Yes, there was a time when I thought to say goodbye

I’d just walk into a field somewhere sit back and close my eyes

Cause the woman I loved ain’t the women I love no more

Still, the woman I loved gave me more than any woman before

Doesn’t matter who you love, son

If you don’t love yourself some

She could be the only one and still not want to stay

If you can’t get a hold on

What’s been doing your soul wrong

Been hanging on for way too long

Like living with a loaded gun