The Gun

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