I kept my pistol by my hand
Evil deeds made up my mind
I traded peace for troubled times
Wickedness and whiskey were my fuel
Oh, but now I keep locked away
I might have hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
Then I can't reach up and
If you give me a reason why
I've still got a few shells
Itching to see the light of day
A couple of rounds of buckshot
No one lives that life too long
Just in time, somebody came
I just might save my soul
Sometimes I wake up at night
from dreams of fire burning bright
Afraid that I don't ever lose control
And so now I keep locked away
I might have hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
That I can't reach up or get it back down
If you give me a reason why
I've still got a few shells
Itching to see the light of day
A couple of rounds of buckshot
The mother hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
That I can't reach up and get it back down
If you gave me a reason why
A chance to see the light of day
A couple of rounds of buckshot
Yeah, I hung up my shotgun