Years Ago (Interlude)

I'm sometimes a little sorry I got rid of all my guns

I said, I had a nice collection

I had a beautiful .45

I had a, I had a Colt .45

I had a .45 automatic

I had a P38, Walther P38

And a Luger, in its original holster with two original clip and the belt

Well, they were part of my collection

On one day, some guy tried to mess with my old lady

And I knew where he was at the bar

I said, "You know, I need to talk to you

Can we go in the alley outside? I don't wanna—"

I put it to his forehead

I was about to blow this guy away and I thought to myself

"This son of a bitch is not worth

My going to prison for the rest of my life or sitting in a goddamn electric chair"

I dropped the gun, put it in the holster, walked away

He shitted his pants, but uh, that was

That was thirty-two years ago, you know