My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well, it just started in the hayloft
With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay
Young lovers and they are not sleeping
Young lovers in the hayloft
With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, into the hayloft
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
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well it just started in the hay
With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
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
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
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
Ahh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Ahh, yeah, ahh yeah
Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees, bloody history (yeah)
Whatever happened to the hayloft?
Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on, singing that old song
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
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