Run From the Gun - Dead Confederate

I got mad at history

Picked it up and fell in love with everything

Men and pen and paper

Like the wind you let 'em in now they’ll never leave.

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun where the dead lay

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun…

You were sweet as poison

Dried my mouth took me out and left me glad

You did me no favors

It was dumb and the last one that I ever had

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun where the dead lay

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun…

It was loaded with the pressure

Too much pressure to be measured

I was holding off the wrong and the right…

I got let down gently

Never even knew the end was on the way

Then I made my peace there

Opened eyes and my surprise it was a waste

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun where the dead lay

Run from the gun don’t be afraid

Run from the gun.