Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot, and the other got lost in Drugs and punks, and blood on the street Blo-blood on her knees, bloody history, yeah Whatever happened to the hay (loft!) Burnt to the ground, and what about (Pop?) With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft!) My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom" (She crucify) (She crucify) An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom" She crucify (crucify) Shе crucify (crucify) Hey, Pop! You die! You diе! (Ah) Ah, yah, yah, yah Ah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hay (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun My baby's got a- It started with the hay (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) You better run My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga" It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long John's on, singing that old song My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga" (My baby's got a gun) (My baby's got a gun) Bad kid, bad kid Had to do it, had to do it They're not a bad kid But they had to do it They couldn't not They had to face off She had to kill Pop (she had to kill Pop) Bad kid, bad kid Had to do it, had to do it My daddy's got a gun (bad kid) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (bad kid) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his longjohns on, pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah-ah-ah-ah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay With his longjohns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) 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-creeping 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 You better run 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah-ah-ah-ah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his long johns on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in love With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hayloft dead heads 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 You better run 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 Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

Help me escape from this deserted sea Lord I think that the devil might be after me I don't want to waste my integrity I just a man livin' a one night stand, I tell you what you need Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Just a little taste, that's all I need Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden off a forbidden tree A simple scheme from judging fate Simple as it may be, it's more than I can take Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Guitar man, play me a tune I got one foot tappin' and nothing to lose I'm lose I don't what to be found The end for me could be comin' real soon I'd like a glass of tea mixed with a sassafras root and a bread of higher ground Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away, won't you wash my sins away