Land Of The Gun

Legs Diamond

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I remember when my work was simple,
Snagging robbers with hooks.
Now the game has a different angle,
Chasing international crooks.
Working undercover, in the south of france.
Cold sweat breaking out, ask for one more chance.
Live my life,
In the land of the gun.
All my life,
Living on the run.
Always sleep with one eye open.
In and out of every back door.
Smith & wesson cleaned and loaded,
In case they're coming back for more.
Jet planes racing,
Half way round the world.
Searching for the lady,
With the half a million dollar pearl.