What we all gotta learn...
.45 by Jamie Dyer © 2003 Poor Bastard's Music When I was just a boy my daddy said to me I see you slip into a life of thievery you're my only boy & I want you alive the best friend a man can have is his .45 I left my home barely a boy I opened up the world like my Christmas toy you do what you do you survive if you have a friend like a .45 I took up with a gang out of Arkansas living outside the gospel and the law it's a tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye when you're walking with a friend like a .45 I got chased into the hills of southern Tennessee those people meant to make an end to me I swore on my grave they won't take me alive the last friend I've got is my .45 my last friend on this earth is my .45 When I was just a boy my daddy said to me Son, I see you slip into a life of thievery you're my only boy & I want you alive the best friend a man can have is his .45 Vengeance is the voice of a .45 Vengeance is the voice of a .45
