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 can understand your point of view. 

To tell the truth I'd scare me too. 



Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye. 

Pearl-handled ladies' models, 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. 

Love me, I'm your gun. 



Maxim and Browning, they helped me along. 

Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song. 

Now one of me exists, for each one of you, 

So how can you blame me for the things that I do? 



Now I take second place to the motor car 

in the score of killing kept thus far. 

And just remember, if you don't mind --- 

it's not the gun that kills 

but the man behind. 



I am your gun.