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Any Fool With A Gun

Little boy Jessie – asleep in his bed

Little boy dreams dancin’ around in his head

Outside some fool with a gun goes and lets one fly

Comes through the wall and kisses – Jessie’s dreams goodbye

                Any fool with a gun – any fool with a gun – any damn fool with a gun

                Any fool with a gun – any damn fool with a gun – any fool with a gun

Ain’t no justice for the fool with the gun

Just cryin’ in the night about this thing he’d done

Now he stands and smiles by the courtroom door

He’s back on the streets a free man – and he’s hungry for more –

                Any fool with a gun – any fool with a gun – any damn fool with a gun

                Any fool with a gun – any damn fool with a gun – any fool with a gun