Luke Hendrickson - Good With a Gun Lyrics

I'll never forget that day i ran for the shed
There i hid, but i just had to see
If sweet Sarah had made it, if she'd ran for the field
Or disappeared into the trees
I was only 11, but i'd heard and seen things
That a boy of that age can't explain
Eyes glued to the crack in the doorway
I watched that devil beat my poor dog with a chain

Well i couldn't stand to lose her, I'd rather have died
When i think of that day, sometimes i still cry
If i'd been older or bigger, or good with a gun
I'd have promised you, Sarah, he'd never hurt anyone

Living always knowing that at night i would dread
The cries in the darkness, through the vent by my bed
My little sister is sleeping, and i hope she don't wake
Hearing mama crying is more than a little girl can take
We walked through the ditches, through the creek, in the rain
Slashed tires assured an uneasy escape
He revved up his engine as he yelled out our names
But i'd be damned if i was gonna let that bastard hurt my family again

Well i couldn't stand to lose her, i'd rather have died
When i think of that day, sometimes i still cry
If i'd been older or bigger, or good with a gun
I'd have promised you, mama, he'd never hurt anyone
Well i couldn't stand to lose her, i'd rather have died
When i think of those days, sometimes i still cry
If i'd been older or bigger, or good with a gun
I'd have promised you, mama, he'd never hurt anyone