TW: GUN
With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun you better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun you better run my daddy's got a gun my daddy's got a gun my daddy's got a gun Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga