(Larry Lee)

I don't like the way you touch my, baby
If you're smart you turn him loose
Unless you crave danger or you're crazy
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.

You better take your hands off my, baby
Or they're gonna bury you in your boots
Keep what I'm say 'cause I ain't fooling
And this gun don't care who it shoots.

This old gun of mine has no conscience
Shows no favors as never called a truce
So it's all up to you now pay attention
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.

--- Instrumental ---

I'm glad to see you've made a right decision
Just back away you'd better pull up roots
And let's hope that you'll never cross my vision
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.

This old gun of mine has no conscience
Shows no favors as never called a truce
So it's all up to you now pay attention
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots.

No, this gun don't care who it shoots
No, this gun don't care who it shoots...