Baby's in the manger Cus' we got kicked, kicked out of our shack I'm drinkin' on the corner with strangers And once you go down that road there's no comin' back But I've got a permit a permit to carry Got a permit to carry a gun My gun is shiny, big and black My gun will bring those good times back My wife is in the kitchen But it ain't my kitchen, so I don't care She's cooking a meal for strangers And whatever it is well it smells like burnt hair But I've got a permit a permit to carry Got a permit to carry a gun My gun is shiny, big and black My gun will bring those good times back My gun is shiny, big and black My gun will bring those good times back My gun is shiny, big and black My gun will bring those good times back