Lyrics:

Um, sometimes I'm a little sorry I got rid of all my guns
I said, I had a nice collection
I had a beautiful .45
I had a- I had a Colt .45
Had a .45 automatic
I had a P.38- Walther P.38
And a Luger in it's original holster with the two original clips
And the belt
Well, they were part of my collection
On one day some guy tried to mess with my old lady
And I knew where he was at the bar
I said, "Yeah, I need to talk to y-. Can you go out into the ally outs- I don't wanna cau-"
I put it to his forehead
I always wanted to blow this guy away
And I thought to myself
"This son-of-a-bitch is not worth
My going to prison for the rest of my life
Or sitting in a goddamn electric chair"
I dropped the gun, put it in the holster, and walked away
He shit in his pants, but uh
Now, that was
That was 32 years ago