Me and a Gun - Live In Chicago 11/6/07

Five a.m. Friday morning
 Thursday night far from sleep
 I'm still up and driving
 Can't go home obviously
 So I'll just change direction
 'Cause they'll soon know where I live
 And I want to live
 Got a full tank and some chips
 It was me and a gun
 And a man on my back
 And I sang "holy holy"
 As he buttoned down his pants
 You can laugh, it's kind of funny
 The things you think at times like these
 Like I haven't seen Barbados
 So I must get out of this
 Yes, I wore a slinky red thing
 Does that mean I should spread
 For you, your friends
 Your father, Mister Ed
 It was me and a gun
 And a man on my back
 But I haven't seen Barbados
 So I must get out of this
 And I know what this means
 Me and Jesus a few years back
 Used to hang and he said
 "It's your choice, babe, just remember
 I don't think that you'll be back
 In three days time so you choose well"
 Tell me what's right, is it my right
 To be on my stomach of Fred's Seville
 It was me and a gun
 And a man on my back
 But I haven't seen Barbados
 So I must get out of this
 And do you know Carolina
 Where the biscuits are soft and sweet?
 These things go through you head
 When there's a man on your back
 And you're pushed flat on your stomach
 It's not a classic Cadillac
 Me and a gun
 And a man on my back
 But I haven't seen Barbados
 So I must get out of this
 I haven't seen Barbados
 So I must get out of this