Holding Your Gun (Radio Edit)

I bin waiting, so long.
So sure something must be wrong.
I called just about the whole damn town.
No one's seen you, no one's seen you around.
Oh I hope that's your truck coming now.

Yaaaaarrrrgghhhh!

Where you bin at? Can't you call me?
Can you tell me, what's your story?
Don't lie to me boy, I'm holding your gun.

Get your stuff out, take your things now,
load your truck up, hush your mouth up.
Don't lie to me, I'm holding your gun.

What's that lipstick on your collar?
What's that red hair on your shoulder?
Don't lie to me boy, I'm holding your gun.

Cops tell me you ain't bin locked up.
I called your friends, they're all keepin' their mouths shut.

I smell perfume, and it's not mine.
There's a red mark on your neck hon.
Don't lie to me boy, I'm holding your gun.

Cause I'm pissed off, gonna lose it
and you showed me how to use it.
I said don't lie to me, I'm keeping the gun.