This Gun Don’t Care Wanda Jackson

I don't like the way you touch my baby
If you're smart, you'll turn him loose
Unless you crave danger or you're crazy
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

You better take your hands off my baby
Or they're gonna bury you in your boots
Heed what I say, for I ain't fooling
And this gun don't care who it shoots

This old gun of mine has no conscience
Shows no favors, has never called a truce
So it's all up to you now, pay attention
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

I'm glad to see you've made the right decision
Just back away, you'd better pull up roots
And let's hope that you'll never cross my vision
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots

This old gun of mine has no conscience
Shows no favors, has never called a truce
So it's all up to you now, pay attention
'Cause this gun don't care who it shoots
No, this gun don't care who it shoots