Killers (Live AF Version)

I was born on a sidewalk in a city I don't know

In '65 I took arms and got on a boat

They told me to shoot at wherever I saw smoke

I could not stop laughing, Lord, it seemed like a joke

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

In '75 at 25 I had me a son

And he died when he was young because of my gun

Left out in the open in case I had to run

I could not believe it, neither did anyone

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

They found me in Shreveport, just me and my knife

They cleaned off my blood and they sent me to life

For 30 years I lay awake in the night

Thinkin' 'bout the jungle and blood and the fight

Oh, the fight

Oh, fight

Then in 2005, I's let out on the street

A young fifty-five and now that's where I sleep

I do my best workin' with a cup and a sign

Askin' folks please spare some change or some time

Or some time

Oh, some time

Yesterday a young man came and stood at my feet

He asked me what I wanted, I said something to eat

He said "Killers with guns, they belong on the street"

I thought about that and I laughed till I cried

That's the best damn joke I'd heard in a long time

A very long time

A very long time, time, time

A very long time

Oh, very long time

Very long time

Very long time