My gun is black and you're gonna be in trouble
Hey now, hey now, hey now
My gun is black

Baby's in the manger

Cus' we got kicked, kicked out of our shack
I'm drinkin' on the corner with strangers
And once you go down that road there's no comin' back

But I've got a permit a permit to carry
Got a permit to carry a gun
My gun is shiny, big and black
My gun will bring those good times back

My wife is in the kitchen
But it ain't my kitchen, so I don't care
She's cooking a meal for strangers
And whatever it is well it smells like burnt hair

But I've got a permit a permit to carry
Got a permit to carry a gun

My gun is shiny, big and black
My gun will bring those good times back
(Repeat x3)