Put Down the Gun

On the hills outside of town There's a hiding place Where the green fields sway with lavender Mustard and Queen Anne's lace Where the silent clouds go sailing In a sea of Dutchman's blue And the lonesome tracks by the railroad cutting Make me think of you and the train we missed I loved you from the first time I looked upon your face Though l didn't know your story, I could feel your wild grace Now you got yourself in trouble, but that ain't nothing new Through thick and thin, there's always been Someone watching over you So put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun Put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun Well, you grew up on the street Where the cops don't go alone In a town just like a wishing well You were cast in like a stone Put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun Put down your gun, and we'll talk Now your friends all throw their lives away just making the rounds And they can't tell the difference between the shepherds and the clowns That go knocking down doors by the roadside every day Selling something you don't want for a price you don't want to pay So put down the gun put down the gun Put down your gun You can put down the gun Put down the gun Put down your gun Well, it's a lonely road you've travelled that's led you to this wall When the road is come unraveled like it ain't no road at all So put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun Put down your gun, and we'll talk Now l don't want to swear it, but it's something that l heard A gun in the first act always goes off in the third Now l don't want to hurt you, I don't want to fight But there'll be no third act at all if someone's killed tonight So put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun You can put down the gun, put down the gun Put down your gun Put down your gun, and we'll talk