Blew my smoke on a sunny day

when the first black powder came my way.

Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold ---

to win fair lady and take your gold.

I know it hardly seems the time ---

(I am your gun)

to talk of blue steel so sublime.

I can understand your point of view.

To tell the truth I'd scare me too.



Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.

Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size.

I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.

But I don't choose the company I keep ---

and it shows.



I am your gun.

Love me, I'm your gun.



Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.

Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song.

Now one of me exists, for each one of you,

So how can you blame me for the things that I do?



Now I take second place to the motor car

in the score of killing kept thus far.

And just remember, if you don't mind ---

it's not the gun that kills

but the man behind.



I am your gun.