Blew my smoke on a sunny day When the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold To win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time (I am your gun.) To talk of blue steel so sublime. (I am your gun.) I can understand your point of view. (I am your gun.) To tell the truth I'd scare me too. Match wheel and flintlock; they all caught your eye; Pearl-handled ladies' model, scaled down to size. I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes But I don't choose the company I keep, and it shows. (I am your gun.) (Drop me, I'm your gun.) Maxim and Browning, they helped me along. [???] thrill to my song. Now one of me exists for each of you, So how can you blame me for the things that I do? Now I take second place to the motor car (I am your gun.) In the score of killing kept thus far. (I am your gun.) Just remember if you don't mind: (I am your gun.) It's not the gun that kills, but the man behind. (I am your gun.) (I am your gun.) (I am your gun.) (I am your gun.)