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Gun-Shy
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

Girl, you better make up your mind
Are you gonna stand there fogging the mirror
Or wipe your behind?
It doesn’t get that cold in Nebraska
I’m not making it up -- I been there myself
Hell, you know it took nerve to ask you
Don’t you want your cut? I’m counting now

Girl, you gonna use that gun
You gonna make a run for your life
Don’t you hear the siren
Growing like a fire in your soul
You’re just a little gun-shy, girl
You’re just a little gun-shy

Girl, goddamn you got style
The way you stuffed a five in the mouth of the teller
And told her to smile
Soon we’ll be living like kings in Lincoln
All day liquored up and no place to go
This proposition has got me thinking
You’re a natural, I’m telling you

Girl, you gonna use that gun
You gonna make a run for your life
Don’t you hear the siren
Growing like a fire in your soul

Come on, let’s go
This ain’t no time for talking, girl -- just drive
I won’t rest easy till we’re across the line
Let yourself go
It gets a little easier every time
One day the shame won’t even cross your mind

Girl, yeah, you got me good tonight
When you stole my gun while I was on the throne
And shot out the light
You’ve got the stuff that legends are made of
I’m not jerkin’ around. I’ve been with the best
Stick with me. What are you afraid of?
This time you’ll get your cut -- I promise you

Girl, you gonna use that gun
You gonna make a run for your life
Don’t you hear the siren
Growing like a fire in your soul
You’re just a little gun-shy, girl
You’re just a little gun-shy, girl

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