Johnny Got A Gun - Tom Paxton

Johnny’s mum and dad both worked long hours

And they worked on the weekends too

Johnny was eleven, but they had no notion

Of what Johnny was going through

Johnny got pushed and Johnny got robbed

And it made him feel chicken to run

Big kids picked on Johnny every day

Till Johnny went and got him a gun

Johnny got a gun;

he didn’t bring it home

He covered it with rags and dirt

On his way to school he looked both ways

Then he hid it under his shirt

Johnny was afraid of going to school

There was always trouble in the halls

Fights in the boys' room, guns in the lockers

Little kids bouncing off the walls

Johnny was afraid of dying young

Everybody he knew had guns

So Johnny got a gun

And every little thing looked cool

First time Johnny flashed his gun

Everybody backed off fast

Everybody treated him differently, then

Johnny felt safe at last

Johnny had a gun and everybody knew

A everybody left him alone

Till he bumped a kid who was coming down the stairs

And the kid had a gun of his own

Kid pushed Johnny;

Johnny went down

And the kid had something to say

Pulled his gun;

Johnny shot first

And he blew the other kid away

The police came and they took away the gun

Said he wouldn’t need a gun any more

Took him to the station, sat him in a chair

And his feet didn’t reach the floor

Johnny was afraid of dying young

Everybody he knew had a gun

So Johnny got a gun

And every little thing looked cool

Johnny had a hearing plead self-defence

Prosecutor said, «No way»

Judge said, «You're eleven, but you kill like a man

And it’s gonna be a long, long stay»

Johnny’s mum and dad still work long hours

And knock on the unit door

They sit with Johnny in the visitor’s room

And his feet don’t reach the floor

Johnny was afraid of dying young

Everybody he knew had a gun

So Johnny got a gun

And every little thing looked cool

And his feet don’t reach the floor