Tom Paxton - What if no matter

^FWhat if no matter how ^Cangry he was, How ^G7outraged he was, how ^Cfurious he was, ^FWhat if no matter how ^Cangry he was, He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun? He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun?

^FWhat if no matter how ^Cright he was, How ^G7wrong they were, how ^Cevil they were, ^FWhat if no matter how ^Cright he was, He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun? He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun?

No ^G7rifle, no shotgun, no ^Cpistol in sight, No re^G7volvers, automatics, no as^Csault guns tonight, No ^Fclips crammed with bullets any^Cwhere to be found, No ^Dweapons just laying a^Ground.

^FWhat if no matter how ^Coutraged he was, How ^G7furious he was, how ^Cmurderous he was, ^FWhat if no matter how ^Coutraged he was, He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun? He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun?

If he ^G7dug through his Chevy, the b^Cack seat, the trunk, The ^G7attic, the basement, ^Cpiles of old junk, Came ^Fup empty-handed a^Cgain and again, ^DTell me, what would he do ^Gthen?

^FWhat if no matter how ^Cangry he was, How ^G7outraged he was, how ^Cfurious he was, ^FWhat if no matter how ^Cangry he was, He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun? He ^G7couldn't lay hands on a ^Cgun?