What if no matter how angry he was How outraged he was, how furious he was What if no matter how angry he was He couldn't lay hands on a gun? He couldn't lay hands on a gun? What if no matter how right he was How wrong they were, how evil they were What if no matter how right he was He couldn't lay hands on a gun? He couldn't lay hands on a gun? No rifle, no shotgun, no pistol in sight No revolvers, automatics, no assault guns tonight No clips crammed with bullets anywhere to be found No weapons just laying around What if no matter how outraged he was How furious he was, how murderous he was What if no matter how outraged he was He couldn't lay hands on a gun? He couldn't lay hands on a gun? If he dug through his Chevy, the back seat, the trunk The attic, the basement, piles of old junk Came up empty-handed again and again Tell me, what would he do then? What if no matter how angry he was How outraged he was, how furious he was What if no matter how angry he was He couldn't lay hands on a gun? He couldn't lay hands on a gun?