My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft

Well, I ought to be working in a coal mine Neck deep in black lung soot Swinging a pick at that mountain side Halfway to China, I think I would Fit right in where the sun don't shine She's better off alone Yeah, I ought to be working in a coal mine Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Swimming in that Texas tea I could make a killing all on my own Selling my misfortune to a family 'Cause when I hit rock bottom The deeper down I go Yeah, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be working for the railroads Sweat pouring off my back Hauling away a heavy load It's a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track And I can't take her with me She's better off without Yeah, I ought to be working for the railroads Lord knows I'm good at leaving town When it comes to love I ain't got a clue What this heart of mine is supposed to do It tears me up inside what I put her through Still she won't let go Well, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Over my head in dirt If I had a shovel I'd bury this heart Six feet down and my last words would be: "I never meant to hurt you "I'm better off a ghost" Yeah, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Oh, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes