If That Gun`s For Real — текст песни (Steve Winwood)

If that gun is for real, I`m in trouble
We`re not gonna make it, and I`m caught
It`s no use to make appeal
I wheel and I deal
Now I`m down on my offers, help me, Lord

I`ve been been running for the whole of my young life
I keep taking and I never pay
It`s the good old honest trust
You can`t see me for the dust
I`ll walk before your get-away
Get-away, get-away
Gone before your get-away
Though it gets rough
Gonna take off in a huff
I`m the golden wonder boy, I`ll get away

If a thing is worth having, it`s worth stealing
If`n I get in, I get out quick
Say goodbye to your hello
You go easy and slow
On some Greyhound I may come [to your?] city
Get-away, get-away
Gone before your get-away
Though it gets rough,
Gonna take off in a huff
I`m the golden wonder boy, I`ll get away

Going, going once, going, going twice
Going on three times, sold to the devil for a short, sweet lie

If that gun is for real, I`m in trouble
[?] make it, and I`m caught
It`s no use to make appeal
I wheel and I deal
Now I`m down on my offers, help me, Lord
Get-away, get-away
Gone before your get-away
Though it gets rough
I just take off in a huff
I`m the golden wonder boy, I`ll get away

Get away, get away
What if I would get away
Though it gets rough
Gonna take off in a huff
I`m the golden wonder boy, I`ll get away

Get away, get away
Help me, Lord, please, to get away
Get away, get away
I`m gonna, gonna take this golden wonder boy
And get away, get away
Help me, Lord, please