Lose the Gun

I was young, and twenty-one When they held a gun to my head They yanked me out By the cross around my neck Shot the drunk kids in the back of my car Ah, ah, ah I couldn't see Through the bag around my head But I could feel it as we passed through my town All the fields and all the streams All the houses in between The only thing that's keeping me alive "Tell me, son, and we just might let you run Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?" I said, "Frankly, you can all go straight to hell I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends" I was young, and twenty-onе When they held a gun to my hеad Well, I'm better off dead with an undivided heart Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark So I said, "Come on, lose the gun And fight me like a man Let God decide who wins and who will die On this beautiful night" (Woo) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I was young, and twenty-one When they held a gun to my head Well, I'm better off dying with an undivided heart Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark "Tell me, son, and we just might let you run Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?" Well, I said, "Frankly, you can all go straight to hell I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends" With all my friends So, come on, lose the gun And fight me like a man Let God decide who wins and who will die On this beautiful night