A man feels big when he holds a gun:
It's his ticket to success,
But when you're in the midst of a frightened herd,
A gun couldn't matter less.
The shots that usually mean so much
Are lost in the thunder's roar,
And the flashes of lightning show the fear
That you ain't the boss no more.
It's like you've earned a gunman's name
And a record of pride you've won,
And all of a sudden you are out drawn
By a bigger and faster Gun.
Oh, the gun that decides if you live or die
is no use when a storm takes over the sky.