Hey Jonnie
Put that gun down
You see we're not alone
You look so square
Standing there, with your greasy
Grey long hair
I remember growing up together
Sharing all kinds of weather
We were to small kids
In a dusty town
Your trail was trouble, mine was
homebound:
That's when you reach for
Your revolver
That's when you reach for
Your gun
Well, we heard the stories
On the wire
Death was your only desire
Stayin' away made you hard to
Blame
But killing my love made me
Stop your game:
That's when I reach for
My revolver
That's when I reach for
My gun