This Gun Don't Care

I don't like the way you touch my baby

If you're smart you'll turn him loose

Unless you crave danger or you're crazy

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

You better take your hands off my baby

Or they're gonna bury you in your boots

Heed what I say 'cause I ain't foolin'

And this gun don't care who it shoots

This old gun of mine has no conscience

Shows no favours, has never called a truce

So it's all up to you, now pay attention

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

I'm glad to see you've made the right decision

Just back away, you'd better pull up roots

Let's hope that you never cross my vision

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

This old gun of mine has no conscience

Shows no favours, has never called a truce

So it's all up to you, now pay attention

'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

No, this gun don't care who it shoots

No, this gun don't care who it shoots