A son without a gun
The story has just begun
He will never carry a gun
He will never be on the run
He’ll find a job
No need to rob
Working his job
With Uncle Bob
Working on the farm
He’ll do no harm
Working on the farm
He’ll do no harm
My son will never carry a gun
He will never be on the run
Never carry a gun
Never be on the run
On the run
My son without a gun
Now the story it goes on
He will never carry a gun
Even if he’s the only one
He’ll find a job
No need to rob
Working his job
With Uncle Bob
He’ll live his life with his wife
Working on the farm day and night
No trouble and strife, he’ll live his life
He’ll live his life, he’ll live his life
He’ll live his life without a gun
My son will never carry a gun
(Lyrics: Carl John Senior / Music: Steve Hill/Carl John Senior)