Put Down the Gun

On the hills outside of town
there's a hiding place
where the green fields sway with lavender
mustard and Queen Anne's lace
where the silent clouds go sailing
in a sea of Dutchman's blue
and the lonesome tracks by the railroad cut
make me think of you and the train we missed
I loved you from the first time I looked upon your face
though l didn't know your story, I could feel your wild grace
now you got yourself in trouble, but that ain't nothing new
through thick and thin there's always been
someone watching over you
So put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
Put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
Well, you grew up on the street
where the cops don't go alone
in a town just like a wishing well
you were cast in like a stone
Put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
Put down your gun, and we'll talk
Now your friends all throw their lives away
just making the rounds
and they can't tell the difference between
the shepherds and the clowns
that go knocking down doors
by the roadside every day
selling something you don't want
for a price you don't want to pay
So put down the gun put down the gun
Put down your gun
You can put down the gun
Put down the gun
Put down your gun
Well, it's a lonely road you've travelled
that's led you to this wall
when the road has come unraveled
like it ain't no road at all
So put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
Put down your gun, and we'll talk
Now l don't want to swear it
but it's something that l heard
A gun in the first act always
goes off in the third
Now l don't want to hurt you
I don't want to fight
But there'll be no third act at all
if someone's killed tonight
So put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
You can put down the gun, put down the gun
Put down your gun
Put down your gun, and we'll talk.