Gun کے بول

One, two, three We all know a man needs protection Somebody took a shot in the dark at me Some young punk said my number was up One lone shot was all I needed I copped a piece, had a couple of drinks Couldn't get what I really needed Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Don't know why you do these things Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no Up to my baby, the woman I love So hot and crazy, the pressure built up Oh, how we argued, I never felt I never meant to shoot my loved one I shot my baby, then I shot her again Couldn't get what I really needed Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Don't know why you do these things Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no They're gonna give me twenty-five years I'd rather take my belt and hang up my fears Ain't much of a life, I see for myself One long ride, that's all I want now Whatever happens, never forget Never forget, never forget Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Don't know why you do these things Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim Will you ever be set free? Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim