I don't own a single gun But if I did you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run But I don't own a single gun I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did I'd break my neck To please her, make her want to stay, in my arms she'd rest But I don't have a sweetheart yet I can't believe what I found in daddy's Sock drawer, sock drawer today It was a pistol, a Smith & Wesson Holy, holy shit La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la Things I knew when I was young Some were true and some were wrong And one day, I pray, I'll be more than my father's son But I don't own a single gun La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la