What happened to my son
Would a bigger man want to carry a gun
Heartbreaker, widowmaker
Daddy didn't raise no bellyacher
Load 'em up and hit the road
Leave Montana buried in the cold
He's walking tall, looking pretty
Won't last ten days living in the big city
Now he's looking for a home
Somewhere to rest his weary bones
Take it from a hip-heavy good ol'boy
You'll sleep better with your head
On a real man's toy
Someone said like father like son
At threee years old Johnny got his gun
Don't want to be there when you pull the trigger
Keep it close but honey don't abuse it
Lose it in the Mississippi after you use it
Don't want to be there
Don't want to be there
Don't forget where you came from boy
Blowing me off like you have the choice
And all this time I wonder why
What happened to my son
Heartbreaker, widowmaker
Daddy didn't raise no bellyacher
Wouldn't Red Rider be so proud
To see the piece of metal you carry around
Don't want to be there
When you pull the trigger
Hero with a low-slung hip-tight holster
Big strong man with a chip on his shoulder
Don't want to be there
Don't want to be there
Put it down, I see your finger twitch
The game is over when you scratch the itch
Don't want to be there
When you pull the trigger
Don't want to be there