Baby, Pick Up Your Gun

Someone shot you down

And you can feel the darkness closing in

Your dreams fading

Your loved ones’ faces turning dim

Then like a buckshot through a window

You can hear a voice break on through the hum

as your enemy lifts his weapon

You hear, baby, pick up your gun

Oh, baby, pick up your gun

I ain’t fall for no punk

Oh, baby, pick up your gun

You pick yourself back up, it’s

It’s time to roll on

It’s time to stand up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to wake up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to get going

Don’t let go

The lord don’t give back no souls

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Oh, the lord don’t give back no souls

Ay, you plant your hand in the sand

Your knees shake, and you try to stand

And when you reach for that Smith & Wesson

You can’t seem to grip the weapon

And you’re holding your wounded gut

You hear, baby, pick up your gun

You hear, I ain’t fall for no punk

You pick yourself back up, it’s

It’s time to roll on

It’s time to stand up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to wake up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to get going

Don’t let go

The lord don’t give back no souls

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Oh, the lord don’t give back no souls

So keep your heart

when getting’s hard

and hope is far away

And keep ‘em close

Whoever holds you

on them harder days

And when the cold’s coming

And the light you thought would glow

you find doesn’t

You say I ain’t ready die, nah

So go head come get it

There’s something coursing in my spirit for ya

It’s time to roll on

It’s time to stand up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to wake up

It’s time to get going

It’s time to get going

Don’t let go

The lord don’t give back no souls

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Oh, the lord don’t give back no souls