Lyrics

What happened to my son

Would a bigger man want to carry a gun

Heartbreaker, Widowmaker

Daddy didn't raise no bellyacher



Load 'em up and hit the road

Leave Montana buried in the cold

He's walking tall, looking pretty

Won't last ten days living in the big city



Now he's looking for a home

Somewhere to rest his weary bones

Take it from a hip-heavy good ol' boy

You'll sleep better with your head on a real man's toy



Someone said like father like son

At three years old Johnny got his gun

Don't want to be there when you pull the trigger

Keep it close but honey don't abuse it

Lose it in the Mississippi after you use it

Don't want to be there



Don't forget where you came from boy

Blowing me off like you have the choice

And all this time I wonder why

What happened to my son



Wouldn't Red Rider be so proud

To see the piece of metal you carry around

Don't want to be there when you pull the trigger

Hero with a low-slung hip-tight holster

Big strong man with a chip on his shoulder

Don't want to be there

Put it down, I see your finger twitch

The game is over when you scratch the itch

Don't want to be there when you pull the trigger