Ate the Gun At Twenty-One


Otis was the kinda guy
Who couldn't help but tell a lie
In every town along the way
He left behind a disarray

He'd beg for scraps, a roof, and cash
The latter which he had a stash
A frugle man, he'd rather steal
Then lift a finger for a meal

Chorus
He ate the gun at twenty-one
You'd never guess the tale he spun
For when they found poor Otis dead
It seemed he traded fibs for lead

He didn't care what hell he wrought
And so the fellow lost the plot
No one could ever be surprised
About poor Otis' demise

When everyone around him said
Now listen Otis you'll be dead
If you don't stop with all them lies
You'll find a hole between your eyes

Chorus
He ate the gun at twenty-one
You'd never guess the tale he spun
For when they found poor Otis dead
It seemed he traded fibs for lead



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