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When the Old Man Reaches for his Gun
Well, does time stop still for you baby,
Or do you play the waiting game?
For the time when the leaves change colours
Autumn is just about ready to take his aim.
Do you know who yer friends are?
Do you know who loves you truly?
When the old man reaches for his gun,
Will you stop time and say, “I do”?
Do yer eyes glaze over when the sun sets
On those days where it carries yer name?
Will you rise to that bright occasion
Or wear yer scarf of darkness all the same?
Will you know where yer friends are?
Will you know who loves you too?
When the old man reaches for his gun,
Will time itself stop and listen to you
Does yer heart forget those little things
Much more often than yer lips might proclaim?
Do you start to change colours in the mirror
Then begin to feel a little bit ashamed?
Will you look to all yer dear friends?
Will you ask them if they’ll leave you?
When the old man reaches for his gun,
Will you stop time and profess, “I do”?
Will you tread upon that treacherous path
With all the folks who’ve not quite recognized yer claim?
Will you heed the call for death and glory
With all those bells on find yer fortune, find yer fame?
Will you know who yer friends are?
Will you remember to shine your shoes?
When the old man is putting down his gun,
Will the hills be echoing your own, “I do”?
When the old man reaches for his gun,
Will you stop time and profess, “I do”?
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