Baby, Pick Up Your Gun

Someone shot you down
And you can feel the darkness closin' in
Your dreams fading
Your loved ones' faces, turning dim
Then, like a buckshot through a window
You can hear a voice break on through the hum
As your enemy lifts his weapon
You hear, «baby, pick up your gun»
Oh, baby, pick up your gun
I ain’t fall for no punk
Oh, baby, pick up your gun
You pick yourself back up, it’s —
It’s time to roll on
It’s time to stand up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to get going
Don’t let go
The lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ay, you plant your hand in the sand
Your knees shake, and you try to stand
And when you reach for that Smith & Wesson
You can’t seem to grip the weapon
And you’re holding your wounded gut
You hear, «baby, pick up your gun»
You hear, «I ain’t fall for no punk»
You pick yourself back up, it’s —
It’s time to roll on
It’s time to stand up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to get going
Don’t let go
The lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
Ah, the lord don’t give back no souls
So keep your heart
When getting’s hard
And hope is far away
And keep 'em close
Whoever holds you on them harder days
And when the cold’s coming
And the light you thought would glow
You find it doesn’t
You say I ain’t ready to die, nah
So go ahead come get it
There’s something coursing in my spirit for ya
It’s time to roll on
It’s time to stand up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to wake up
It’s time to get going
It’s time to get going
Don’t let go
The lord don’t give back no souls