Scared Of Guns Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating 

They're polishing the luga facsimiles 

The little kids grow up imitating 

Cowboys shoot Indians before puberty 

Don't get me to the battle on time 

'Cause I'd be useless in the front line 

And don't point that thing at me 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You can argue, say it's harmless 

In the nightmare fairground gallery 

We're all under pain of death 

To keel right over gracefully 

Well, I ached to be a uniform man 

And toss that baton in a marching band 

But don't point that thing at me 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands 

I'm scared of guns, they might go bang 

I'm scared of guns, hey Joe, they're out of control 

I'm scared of guns, oh, fear eats the soul 

Don't shoot me 

Well, I wanna put flowers in the barrels 

Like the famous photo, understand 

That I'd rather get hit on the head 

That hold cold metal in my hand 

The new arrival, the latest addition 

The little boys running out of ammunition 

But don't point that thing at me 

You know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

Well, you know I'm scared of guns 

You know I'm scared of guns 

Don't shoot me 

Alright, shotgun, don't shoot it further right now 

Shotgun, don't shoot it further right now, alright, huh 

That piece of weapon