Hey Jonnie... Put that gun down You see we're not alone You look so square Standing there, with your greasy Grey long hair. I remember growing up together Sharing all kinds of weather We were to small kids In a dusty town... Your trail was trouble, mine was homebound: That's when you reach for Your revolver... That's when you reach for Your gun... Well, we heard the stories On the wire d**h was your only desire Stayin' away made you hard to Blame.. But k**ing my love made me Stop your game: That's when I reach for My revolver... That's when I reach for My gun...