Jack Boot Gun Lyrics

Verse 1
It was a cold night out, in a one-dog town     
At a local bar, called the Borderline 
It was a farewell bash, For my sister that
Passed from here to the other side   
We raised our whisky high
Said our last goodbye

Chorus 1
That gun! That gun!
I wish she hadn’t bought that gun
I was scared, when she got it
I wish to hell, she hadn’t bought it
That gun! That gun!
That pretty little Jack Boot gun
I wish, she hadn’t bought that gun

Verse 2
A neighbor dude, with an attitude
Picked a fight with the host  
Next thing I know, I’m on the floor
With a busted head and a bent up nose
Bottles flyin’, tables flipped  
People screamin’ everybody jumpin’ in

Chorus 2
That gun! That gun!
I wish he hadn’t brought that gun
I was scared, the minute I saw it
I wish to hell, he hadn’t brought it
That gun! That gun!
That pretty little Jack Boot gun
I wish, he hadn’t brought that gun 

Bridge
Cops came, there was a struggle                       
Now he’s flat on his back, starin’ at the muzzle
Face cracked and cryin’ for his mutha

Chorus 2

Outro:
Oh-oh   Oh-oh    oh-oh  yeah, yeah
Oh-oh   Oh-oh    oh-oh 
I wish, he hadn’t brought that gun

That jack boot gun’s in the police locker
Just like him and he’s cryin’ for his mutha
He wished he hadn’t brought that gun!

Jack Boot Gun
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Credits

Writer:
Nancy Deckant

Musicians:
Drums - Steve Holland
Bass - Dow Tomlin
Keys - Dwain Rowe
El Gt and Fiddle - Jason Roller
Ac Gt - Scott Neubert