The Gun Wears Its Own Badge

The gun wears its own badge
And that isn't the way it should be.
The gun thinks it's the sheriff,
And the bullet, its deputy.

The man with a gun administers justice,
Or the justice as he sees.
But he can't see what's right and wrong,
Because he can't see through the trees.

He pulls the trigger and calls it just—
He lays a person down.
He thinks just because he has a gun,
He's the sheriff in that town.

But trigger-happy sheriffs,
Who suppose the gun is a badge,
Often don't do what's right—
That never was their pledge.

So if a gunman comes a-calling,
And he thinks he is the law,
Tell him to get out of here.
Tell him to withdraw.