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Produced by Ric Albano
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Tommy's Got a Gun Written: February 25, 2005 Running Time: 3:09 |
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Lyrics The Hunter could not stand it no more Couldn't stand his Aspen slums He pranced about like a dignitary But his heart paled to that of a bum It was so easy to travel the "Heming" way He reached out with both arms And he embraced surrender For he could see no solace In yet another cheap bender No longer was it easy To face the setting sun So Tommy got his gun Away from life he chose to run Project him towards the setting sun In six months The Hunter could not fake it no more He could not shift the blame For football season is over now There will be no more games No more bombs, no more walking No more fun, Tommy's got a gun You are getting greedy now Act your old age 17 more than we needed 17 more than we wanted Relax, this won't hurt... |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Bret Alexander Recorded starting on August 10, 2009 at Saturation Acres (II), DuPont, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Erik Trabert - Guitars Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano & Hunter S. Thompson  © 2005 All Rights Reserved. |
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