Big Guns Rory Gallagher

Well, you think you're sitting pretty
But you're sitting on a powder keg
Well, you think you're standing steady
But you're weak as a matchstick leg

Well there's a rumble in the city
There's a call out for your head
Now isn't a pity
You're future's just a lump of lead

But now you're running scared you've got no place to run
You're caught between the law and the Big Guns

Yeah

Well, it's a long way from the pool halls
To the rackets and the petty crime
Well, you thought you were a tough one
But you've bitten off too much this time

You've stepped on the wrong toes
Now look who you've upset
Well, you walked on the wrong turf
You got your picture on the police gazette

Well, now you're running scared, got no place to run
You're caught between the law and the Big Guns