Both Ends Of A Gun Lyrics

I was running from a lynch mob

Maybe running just to run

No, I was running like my old man

Running like a drifter's son

I pulled that metal to the shoulder

And just let the engine run

And spent a couple hours there

At both ends of a gun

Off this stone road sits a dirt lane

That separates two fields

Where I used to like to go to think

When I wasn't spinning wheels

Where the stars spread out forever

Till they vanished in the sun

And I'd watch it all through a windshield

And from both ends of a gun

Now there comes a time in some men's lives

When it feels like all is lost

When the last decision left to make

Is the army or the cross

Well, I never was all that disciplined

And my time of faith's long done

And amazing grace don't show her face

At both ends of a gun

In the spring of 1985

I was nine years old

Church folk pulled me aside

And this hillbilly preacher told me

Boy, your daddy died in his car last night

Out past Townline 41

And somebody whispered something

About both ends of a gun

There's this lighthouse on Lake Erie

Only it don't shine no more

It's just some old, rusted out iron

With a primer gray door

I always wanted to swim to the other side

I just never had the lungs

And there ain't no treading water

From both ends of a gun

They say time can heal all wounds

I say not the ones that kill

Those just leave you with a slow bleed

Till you find a decent pill

But I felt them roll that stone away

First time I held my son

And I prayed he'd never greet a day

From both ends of a gun

Anymore, I'm thinking less about that door

Preachers, stones and hollow bones, all ancient metaphors

I've seen two-day sober junkies

I've heard women speak in tongues

Ain't nothing good at either end