Brothers of the Gun
I’m not going to need this anymore,
So brother, take my gun from me.
Keep it for me until we meet again,
Keep it as a memory.
Remember the times we had,
The days that we spent together.
I know it’s the end for me,
I can see all the bad weather.
Tell that girl back home that I care,
The one that I met so long ago.
Let her know I really did love her,
Please brother, let her know.
Getting kind of hard to see,
Kind of a black cloud all around.
You know I love you man,
When this is over, put me in the ground.
Tell the old lady that I’m sorry,
I know I didn’t turn out how she wished.
Tell her that I loved her till the end,
Sorry that it had to end this way, but it’s finished.
Let me feel my gun one more time,
Brother I’m going to miss you most of all.
Remember I love you man,
Right up until this long fall.
This poem is copyright © to Mike Davidson
1998