Texty: Mother Mother. O My Heart. Hay Loft.

My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
It started with the hay loft a-creaking
Well it just started in the hay loft
With his long john?s on Pop went a-creeping
Out to barn out to the hay
Young lovers and they are not sleeping
Young lovers in the hay loft
With his gun turned on Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn out to the hay loft

My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun

Ah ya ya ya

My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun

My daddy?s got a gun

It started with the hay loft a-creaking
Well it just started in the hay
With his long john?s on Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn out to the hayloft
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
With his long tall gun Pop went a-creeping
To blow the hay loft dead head straight off

My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
You better run
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun
My daddy?s got a gun

Ah ya ya ya