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she took some blood and tears, from an old fruit jar, she rubbed it on her belly, where he left his scars, she's such a fragile thing, like pigeon bones, he couldn't whip my little brother, he wouldn't leave her alone, so if you see that man, done these things to her, tell him, he'd better run, i got a gun, i got a gun y'all, justice will be done, i got a gun, got a gun, they say a man with a weapon, he gets 99 years, but i would give my life, to wash away her tears, so if you see that man, done these things to her, tell him, he'd better run, i got a gun, i got a gun y'all, justice will be done, i got a gun, got a gun, now i never looked at a pistol, but now i lost my grip, the judge would only give him a slap on the wrist, i ain't had it very long, but now it's in my hand, she took her very last whippin' from that spineless man, i got a gun, i got a gun y'all, justice will be done, i got a gun, got a gun

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Artist: john hiatt