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The Gun - Taddy Porter



     
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Back then it was only fun, something we'd always done
Smash it up, and then you run, all that without a gun
But something came up one day, some bills you couldn't pay
And you got carried away, oh so far away
They wanna use ya, they wanna lose ya
They make your Father singing "Hallelujah"
I wanna help ya, so let me help ya
I gotta ask you, buddy,
Where did you find the gun?
:
I ask everybody have they seen ya
You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya
Gimme a call & I see through ya
You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?
Holy Man's only son, your mother on ironlung
No money from anyone, but now you've got the gun
Stick up on 2nd Street, I heard you running feet
Lay down, get a seat and beg them for mercy

They wanna use ya, they wanna lose ya
They make your Father singing "Hallelujah"
I wanna help ya, so let me help ya
I gotta ask you, buddy, where did you find the gun?
I ask everybody have they seen ya
You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya
Gimme a call & I see through ya
You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?
By an accident you find yourself
>From the slammer with too much friends
You shot an officer, you shot him down
Now your young life is gone
You're older than you are, you're gone
Because you had the gun
I ask everybody have they seen ya
You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya
Gimme a call & I see through ya
You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?
Try to make you pay & they will find ya
You try to hide away but they have seen ya
Rest while you can, believe me now
You gotta run for your life
Where did you find the gun?
Where did you find the gun?
Find the gun?

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Taddy Porter is Andy Brewer, Doug Jones, Kevin Jones and Joe Selby. Four young men, southern by birth, with a habit of rocking outright. The brothers Jones command a rhythmic Abrahams, devastating all in its path, steady on its brooding course, leaving a wrecked wake where the war was waged. All the while, Brewer and Selby man the cannons hurling shell after screeching shell of audio assault. Brewer howls familiar with all the pains and medals that lie typically in the tones of men with triple his years.

Read more about Taddy Porter on Last.fm.


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