Packin' .25

Yesterday morning I went
 Out for a cup of coffee
 I shaved and
 Then I combed my hair
 A man who didn't know me
 Said something to my back
 I stopped to turn around
 And faced 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
 The law, it's the law
 And every man out on the street knows
 I swear that I'll kill you
 So why not be the hero?