What happened to my son   Would a bigger man want to carry a gun   Heartbreaker, widowmaker   Daddy didn't raise no bellyacher      Load 'em up and hit the road   Leave Montana buried in the cold   He's walking tall, looking pretty   Won't last ten days living in the big city      Now he's looking for a home   Somewhere to rest his weary bones   Take it from a hip-heavy good ol'boy   You'll sleep better with your head   On a real man's toy      Someone said like father like son   At threee years old Johnny got his gun   Don't want to be there when you pull the trigger   Keep it close but honey don't abuse it   Lose it in the Mississippi after you use it   Don't want to be there   Don't want to be there      Don't forget where you came from boy   Blowing me off like you have the choice   And all this time I wonder why   What happened to my son      Heartbreaker, widowmaker   Daddy didn't raise no bellyacher      Wouldn't Red Rider be so proud   To see the piece of metal you carry around   Don't want to be there   When you pull the trigger   Hero with a low-slung hip-tight holster   Big strong man with a chip on his shoulder   Don't want to be there   Don't want to be there   Put it down, I see your finger twitch   The game is over when you scratch the itch   Don't want to be there   When you pull the trigger   Don't want to be there