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Closer to Hell

05:35
Jon Christopher
2001
Jon Christopher

Lyrics

I was raised from town to town
we stayed just long enough for my daddy to take one down
Id drop my fishing line in a river and never get to real it up
Id cast my star on some pretty young thing
and never get to fill my cup
when I was young my daddy said

If you want to learn how to use a gun son
then you better learn boy how to run
no time to be staring down the shaft of a wishing well
you stand still and stand closer to hell

these men that I ride with
I wouldn’t call any one of them my brother
Id shoot anyone or all of them down
just like I would any other
I’ve had women from all across this land
never once was I taken to ask one for their hand

If you want to learn how to use a gun son
then you better learn boy how to run
no time to be staring down the shaft of a wishing well
you stand still and stand closer to hell

I ain’t scared of no hang man
Im not frightened by no galos pole
that ain’t the reason Im so long gone
so long before the bodies get cold
I remember the fear in my daddies voice
the moment before he fell
he said I ain’t afraid of dying so much
as I am of dying and going to hell

If you want to learn how to use a gun son
then you better learn boy how to run
no time to be staring down the shaft of a wishing well
you stand still and stand closer to hell