Hey Jonnie...    Put that gun down    You see we're not alone    You look so square    Standing there, with your greasy    Grey long hair.    I remember growing up together    Sharing all kinds of weather    We were to small kids    In a dusty town...    Your trail was trouble, mine was    Homebound:       That's when you reach for    Your revolver...    That's when you reach for    Your gun...       Well, we heard the stories    On the wire    Death was your only desire    Stayin' away made you hard to    Blame..    But killing my love made me    Stop your game:       That's when I reach for    My revolver...    That's when I reach for    My gun...