Текст песни From a Photograph - Chris Whitley

Baby got a gun, how's she to know?
I already see the ghosts
Everywhere I go
She don't know that
I don't mind
If angry she'll be fine
But if she cry, please don't let me know

Well I seen her with her piece today
Never missed you more
Seeing you that way
The phantom around my bed
Now I'm sleeping with the dead
Baby's got a gun, I'm bound to go

Gods above and underground
While the ghosts go back and forth
Through town
They wander around outside
They don't know there's nowhere to hide
Baby got a gun, I'm bound the go
Gone, gone, gone