John Hiatt - I Got A Gun

She took some blood and tears
From an old fruit jar
She rubbed it on her belly
Where he left his scars
She's such a fragile thing
Like pigeon bones
He couldn't whip my little brother
He wouldn't leave her alone

So if you see that man
Done these things to her
Tell him, he'd better run
I got a gun I got a gun y'all
Justice will be done
I got a gun, got a gun

They say a man with a weapon
He gets 99 years
But I would give my life
To wash away her tears
So if you see that man
Done these things to her
Tell him, he'd better run
I got a gun