Hayloft

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, into the hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well it just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ahh, yeah, yeah-yeah Ahh, yeah, ahh yeah Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot and the other got lost in Drugs and punks and blood on the street Blood, blood on her knees, bloody history (yeah) Whatever happened to the hayloft? Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop? He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long johns on, singing that old song My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga