Lyrics

I'm sometimes a little sorry I got rid of all my guns I said, I had a nice collection I had a beautiful .45 I had a, I had a Colt .45 I had a .45 automatic I had a P38, Walther P38 And a Luger, in its original holster with two original clip and the belt Well, they were part of my collection On one day, some guy tried to mess with my old lady And I knew where he was at the bar I said, "You know, I need to talk to you Can we go in the alley outside? I don't wanna—" I put it to his forehead I was about to blow this guy away and I thought to myself "This son of a bitch is not worth My going to prison for the rest of my life or sitting in a goddamn electric chair" I dropped the gun, put it in the holster, walked away He shitted his pants, but uh, that was That was thirty-two years ago, you know