Smoke from Your Gun

Hold on this lady is cryin'
It turns out her husband is dead
Well, she's old and she's weak
She yearns to be seen
For her beauty and youth that has fled

I said hold on this lady is cryin'
It turns out her husband is dead
But she's old and she's weak
She yearns to be seen
For her beauty and youth that has fled

Oh so bask in your youth
Cause it's bound to leave you
And remember where your elders came from
Cause they had their day
When they fought with a rage
That could rival the smoke from your gun

Now hold on this gentleman is shakin'
His eyes you're too quick to ignore
But that bottle of whiskey's
Just part of his history
His mind, it was fried in the war

I said hold on this gentleman is shakin'
His eyes you're too quick to ignore
Oh but that bottle of whiskey's
Just part of his history
His mind, it was fried in the war

Two, Three

Oh so bask in your youth
Cause it's bound to leave you
And remember where your elders came from
Cause they had their day
When they fought with a rage
That could rival the smoke from your gun

Now hold on these people, well, they're prayin'
They're pleading with a god to be saved
Now I don't know what it's like
To march towards the light
But I bet you I'm sure to have faith

I said hold on these people, well, they're prayin'
They're pleading with a god to be saved
Now I don't know what it's like
To march towards the light
But I bet you I'm sure to have faith

Oh so bask in your youth
Cause it's bound to leave you
And remember where your elders came from
Cause they had their day
When they fought with a rage
That could rival the smoke from your gun
It could rival the smoke from your gun
Oh it could rival the smoke from your gun



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Writer(s): Eddy Birth
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