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...