Steve Winwood - If That Gun's For Real lyrics

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If that gun is for real, I'm in trouble

We're not gonna make it, and I'm caught

It's no use to make appeal

I wheel and I deal

Now I'm down on my offers, help me, Lord

I've been been running for the whole of my young life

I keep taking and I never pay

It's the good old honest trust

You can't see me for the dust

I'll walk before your get-away

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough

Gonna take off in a huff

I'm the golden wonder boy, I'll get away

If a thing is worth having, it's worth stealing

If'n I get in, I get out quick

Say goodbye to your hello

You go easy and slow

On some Greyhound I may come [to your?] city

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough,

Gonna take off in a huff

I'm the golden wonder boy, I'll get away

Going, going once, going, going twice

Going on three times, sold to the devil for a short, sweet lie

If that gun is for real, I'm in trouble

[?] make it, and I'm caught

It's no use to make appeal

I wheel and I deal

Now I'm down on my offers, help me, Lord

Get-away, get-away

Gone before your get-away

Though it gets rough

I just take off in a huff

I'm the golden wonder boy, I'll get away

Get away, get away

What if I would get away

Though it gets rough

Gonna take off in a huff

I'm the golden wonder boy, I'll get away

Get away, get away

Help me, Lord, please, to get away

Get away, get away

I'm gonna, gonna take this golden wonder boy

And get away, get away

Help me, Lord, please