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 One, two One two three 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