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             i got a gun  | 
        
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               | 
        
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            She
            took some blood and tears  | 
        
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            From
            an old fruit jar  | 
        
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            She
            rubbed it on her belly  | 
        
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            Where
            he left his scars  | 
        
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            She's
            such a fragile thing  | 
        
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            Like
            pigeon bones  | 
        
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            He
            couldn't whip my little brother  | 
        
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            He
            wouldn't leave her alone  | 
        
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               | 
        
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            So
            if you see that man  | 
        
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            Done
            these things to her  | 
        
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            Tell
            him, he'd better run  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun y'all  | 
        
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            Justice
            will be done  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun, got a gun  | 
        
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               | 
        
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            They
            say a man with a weapon  | 
        
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            He
            gets 99 years  | 
        
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            But
            I would give my life  | 
        
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            To
            wash away her tears  | 
        
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            So
            if you see that man  | 
        
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            Done
            these things to her  | 
        
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            Tell
            him, he'd better run  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun y'all  | 
        
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            Justice
            will be done  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun, got a gun  | 
        
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               | 
        
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            Now
            I never looked at a pistol  | 
        
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            But
            now I lost my grip  | 
        
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            The
            judge would only give him a slap on the wrist  | 
        
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            I
            ain't had it very long  | 
        
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            But
            now it's in my hand  | 
        
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            She
            took her very last whippin' from that spineless man  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun y'all  | 
        
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            Justice
            will be done  | 
        
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            I
            got a gun, got a gun  |