Toby Keith – Bullets In The Gun

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 strikeHad everything I ownIn the saddles on my bikeI had a reputationFor never staying very longJust like a wild and restless drifterLike a cowboy in a song
I met a dark haired beautyWhere they lay the whiskey downIn southern ArizonaIn a little border townShe had to dance for moneyIn that dusty old saloonI dropped a dollar in the jukeboxPlayed that girl a tune, yeah
Never see it comin’It just hits you by surpriseIt’s that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesMakes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andThe bullets in the gun
She was sittin’ on my lapWe still had shots to killWhen a man pulled upWho owned the barIn a Cadillac DevilleHe grabbed her by her raven hairAnd threw her on the floorSaid no free ride for the cowboysThat ain’t what I pay you for
She jumped up and grabbed my pistolStuck it in the fat man’s backSaid open up the safeAnd put your money in the sackThen tied his hands behind himAnd put a blindfolded on his eyesSaid if you’re dumb enough to chase us manYou’re dumb enough to die
Never see it comin’It just hits you by surpriseIt’s that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesIt makes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andThe bullets in the gun, yeah
We rode across the borderDown into MexicoWhen you’re runnin’ from the lawAin’t that where everybody goesWe came to a townWith a name I couldn’t spellShe gave me what I came forIn that Mexican motel
I woke to the sound of sirens andThe sound of running feetThere were fifty FederalesLocked and loaded in the streetShe grabbed my 44I grabbed the money in the sackShe kissed me for the last timeAnd we headed out the back
Every gun was on usAnd every heartbeat poundedThe only thing that’s left to doWhen they got you all surroundedShe fired that old pistolBut we didn’t stand a prayerMoney hit the gravelMan, bullets filled the air
You never see it comin’‘Til it hits you by surpriseIt’s that cold place in your soulAnd the fire in her eyesMakes you come togetherLike wild horses when they runNow the cards are on the table andAnd the bullets in the gunThe bullets in the gunThe bullets in the gunThe bullets in the gun