I'm Your Gun Songtext
von Jethro Tull

Blew my smoke on a sunny day
When the first black powder came my way.
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold ---
To win fair lady and take your gold.
I know it hardly seems the time ---
(I am your gun)
To talk of blue steel so sublime.
I can understand your point of view.
To tell the truth I′d scare me too.


Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.
Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size.
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.
But I don′t choose the company I keep ---
And it shows.

I am your gun.
Love me, I'm your gun.

Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.
Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song.
Now one of me exists, for each one of you,
So how can you blame me for the things that I do?

Now I take second place to the motor car
In the score of killing kept thus far.
And just remember, if you don't mind ---
It′s not the gun that kills
But the man behind.

I am your gun.