From the recording Jukebox Deluxe, Volume 3
Lyrics
WRONG END OF THE GUN
The way you’re looking at me, girl
I feel like I’ve done something wrong
I’m staring down the barrel, baby
I’m on the wrong end of the gun
Your words are filled with venom
Your eyes are filled with rage
I’m on the wrong end of the gun, girl
I’m on the wrong side of the cage
Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?
Tell me what do you want me to do
I was drinking all night
I don’t remember what I put you through
I want to grab my boots, saddle up and run
But I’m frozen in my tracks
I’m on the wrong end of the gun
The way you’re looking at me, girl
I feel like I’ve done something wrong
I’m staring down the barrel, baby
I’m on the wrong end of the gun…
I’m on the wrong end of the gun…
I’m on the wrong end of the gun, girl
I’m on the wrong end of the gun
© 2023 Christopher Iverson Music/BMI
words & music: Christopher Iverson
