I'm sometimes a little sorry I got rid of all my guns
I said, I had a nice collection
I had a beautiful .45
I had a, I had a Colt .45
I had a .45 automatic
I had a P38, Walther P38
And a Luger, in its original holster with two original clip and the belt
Well, they were part of my collection
On one day, some guy tried to mess with my old lady
And I knew where he was at the bar
I said, "You know, I need to talk to you
Can we go in the alley outside? I don't wanna—"
I put it to his forehead
I was about to blow this guy away and I thought to myself
"This son of a bitch is not worth
My going to prison for the rest of my life or sitting in a goddamn electric chair"
I dropped the gun, put it in the holster, walked away
He shitted his pants, but uh, that was
That was thirty-two years ago, you know
I said, I had a nice collection
I had a beautiful .45
I had a, I had a Colt .45
I had a .45 automatic
I had a P38, Walther P38
And a Luger, in its original holster with two original clip and the belt
Well, they were part of my collection
On one day, some guy tried to mess with my old lady
And I knew where he was at the bar
I said, "You know, I need to talk to you
Can we go in the alley outside? I don't wanna—"
I put it to his forehead
I was about to blow this guy away and I thought to myself
"This son of a bitch is not worth
My going to prison for the rest of my life or sitting in a goddamn electric chair"
I dropped the gun, put it in the holster, walked away
He shitted his pants, but uh, that was
That was thirty-two years ago, you know
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