[Chorus]
            
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
          
You better run
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga


[Verse 1]
            
It started wit

      
h the hayloft 

a-creakin'
             
Well, it just 

              
started in the

 
 hay (loft)
            
With his long-

      
johns on, Pop 

went a-creepin

g
             
Out to the bar

             
n, up to the h


ay
            
Young lovers a

        
nd they are no

t sleeping
             
Young lovers i

      
n the hay (lof

t)
            
With his gun t

      
urned on, Pop 

went a-creepin

g
             
Out to the bar

             
n, up to the h


ay (loft)


[Chorus]
            
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
          
You better run
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga


[Post-Chorus]
          
Ahh, yah, yah,


 yah
          
Ahh, yah, yah,


 yah
          
Ahh, yah, yah,


 yah
          
Ahh, yah, yah,


 yah



[Chorus]
            
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
          
You better run
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga


[Verse 2]
            
It started wit

      
h the hayloft 

a-creakin'
             
Well, it just 

              
started in the

 
 hay (loft)
            
With his longj

     
ohns on, Pop w

ent a-creeping
             
Out to the bar

             
n, up to the h


ay (loft)
            
Young lovers w

          
ith their legs

 tied up in kn

ots
             
Young lovers w

          
ith their legs

 tied up in lo

ve
            
With his long,

      
 tall gun, Pop

 went a-creepi

ng
             
To blow their 

        
hayloft bedhea

ds straight of

f


[Chorus]
            
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
          
You better run
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
            
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

  
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
          
You better run
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun
              
My daddy's got

   
 a gun

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga