Packin' .25

Yesterday morning I went

Out for a cup of coffee

I shaved

Then I combed my hair

A man who don't know me

Said something to my back

I stopped to turn around and face it

That is why

I pack my .25

Where nobody knows

Right above my boot

It's the law

No one there to serve you

Why not be the hero?

Why not be your own?

Swear I'll kill you!

Swear that I'll kill you!

The law, it's the law

And every man out on the street knows!

I swear I'll kill you

I dreamt all yesterday

How I might make a man feel

With a gun up to his face!

Show respect to me

I don't care what you're thinking

I'll wipe that thought away!

That is why

I pack my .25

Where nobody knows

Right above my boot

It's the law

With no one there to serve you

Why not be the hero?

Why not be your own?

Swear I'll kill you!

Swear that I'll kill you! Oh!

The law, it's the law

And every man out on the street knows!

I swear I'll kill you

So why not be your own?