Letras:Drive By Truckers. Go-Go Boots. Ray's Automatic Weapon.

Ray, I got to tell you, you got to come take that gun back
'Cause these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real
Don't want to hurt nobody but I keep on aiming closer
Don't think that I can keep it feeling like I feel

Ray, I know I told you that I'd keep it for you
I know I said I trusted me with it more than you
But something happened last night that made me reconsider
And I need you to drive out here and relieve me of it too

I figured after forty years, I wouldn't still be having nightmares
And then you'd think that now we're older, that war would finally be over
Ray, I'm in my sixties and the nights ain't getting shorter
Only my patience and checkbook, and fuse

Ray, I got to tell you, you got to come take that gun back
'Cause these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real