About the song
“Bullets in the Gun” is a song written by American country music artist Toby Keith and his longtime collaborator, Scotty Emerick. It was recorded in 2010 for Keith’s eleventh studio album, also titled Bullets in the Gun. The song was released on October 5, 2010 as the album’s lead single.
The song is a mid-tempo ballad about gun control in the United States. It tells the story of a man who is struggling to come to terms with the death of his son, who was killed in a school shooting. The song’s lyrics are powerful and emotional, and they capture the pain and grief of a parent who has lost a child.
The song’s melody is simple, yet effective. It is a classic country song with a slow tempo and a memorable chorus. The song’s melody helps to create a sense of sadness and longing.
Toby Keith’s vocals are powerful and expressive. He sings with a strong, clear voice that conveys the song’s message of pain and loss. Keith’s performance is one of the reasons why the song is so effective.
“Bullets in the Gun” is a powerful and moving song that has resonated with people of all ages. It is a reminder of the tragic consequences of gun violence, and it is a call for action to prevent future shootings. The song is a classic of country music, and it is sure to be enjoyed for many years to come.
Here are some additional details about the song:
- The song was inspired by the real-life experiences of Keith’s friend, who lost his son in a school shooting.
- The song’s music video features Keith performing the song in a variety of locations, including a school, a church, and a gun range.
- The song has been covered by several artists, including Trace Adkins, Montgomery Gentry, and Jason Aldean.
“Bullets in the Gun” is a timeless classic that will continue to touch the hearts of listeners for generations to come. It is a song about the pain of gun violence, and it is a call for action to prevent future shootings.
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Lyrics
They used to call me lighteningI was always quick to strike Had everything I own In the saddles on my bike I had a reputation For never staying very long Just like a wild and restless drifter Like a cowboy in a songI met a dark haired beautyWhere they lay the whiskey down In southern Arizona In a little border town She had to dance for money In that dusty old saloon I dropped a dollar in the jukebox Played that girl a tune, yeahNever see it comin’It just hits you by surprise It’s that cold place in your soul And the fire in her eyes Makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and The bullets in the gunShe was sittin’ on my lapWe still had shots to kill When a man pulled up Who owned the bar In a Cadillac Deville He grabbed her by her raven hair And threw her on the floor Said no free ride for the cowboys That ain’t what I pay you forShe jumped up and grabbed my pistolStuck it in the fat man’s back Said open up the safe And put your money in the sack Then tied his hands behind him And put a blindfolded on his eyes Said if you’re dumb enough to chase us man You’re dumb enough to dieNever see it comin’It just hits you by surprise It’s that cold place in your soul And the fire in her eyes It makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and The bullets in the gun, yeahWe rode across the borderDown into Mexico When you’re runnin’ from the law Ain’t that where everybody goes We came to a town With a name I couldn’t spell She gave me what I came for In that Mexican motelI woke to the sound of sirens andThe sound of running feet There were fifty Federales Locked and loaded in the street She grabbed my 44 I grabbed the money in the sack She kissed me for the last time And we headed out the backEvery gun was on usAnd every heartbeat pounded The only thing that’s left to do When they got you all surrounded She fired that old pistol But we didn’t stand a prayer Money hit the gravel Man, bullets filled the airYou never see it comin’‘Til it hits you by surprise It’s that cold place in your soul And the fire in her eyes Makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and And the bullets in the gun The bullets in the gun The bullets in the gun The bullets in the gun