Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Azan Jacobs
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
It was a Friday afternoon breezy and cool
When I saw this girl on her way back home from school
Sweet sixteen and swaying as she moved
To the zouk music laying down a lovers' groove
As she passed me by I could not help but smile
At this beautiful woman who was still only a child
She caught my eye and grinned and shook her head
And then she spoke to me and this is what she said
Oh uncle won't you put that pistol down
Uncle please put that pistol down
I'm still too young to go out on the town
So uncle please put that pistol down
I went down to the seashore to check the swell
I thought I'd bring my board out for a spell
Standing at a coconut stall wetting my throat
I saw a woman coming to meet a fisher boat
She was beautiful and walked just like a queen
The prettiest woman I had ever seen
With her basket of fish balanced on her head
She passed me by and said
Oh uncle won't you put that pistol down
Uncle please put that pistol down
I'm not the kind of woman to roam around
So uncle please put that pistol down
On my way back home sometime after four
I stopped to get a drink at the corner store
Two friends were arguing why heaven knows
Soon it turned physical, they came to blows
Pushing each other around in the parking lot
Shouting and swearing, the tension was hot
I saw one guy take a mighty blow to his head
As they pulled out their guns I stopped and I said
Woah woah woah woah
Uncle won't you put that pistol down
Put that pistol down
Uncle please put that pistol down
Put that pistol down
Talk it over and tomorrow you can still be friends
Put that pistol down
But if you shoot it out that's how it ends
Put that pistol down
I got back home and turned on the TV news
Everyone was shouting so many points of view
I sat down to eat but before I could take a bite
I saw such visions of war that I lost my appetite
In the rubble of a town the bodies were strewn all around
Stray dogs were wandering, digging at the ground
A mother staggering carrying her dead child
Screaming out in a voice painful and wild
I say uncle won't you put that pistol down
Uncle please put that pistol down
This poor mother's heart has turned to stone
All that's left of her child is flesh and bone
The world is getting harder every single day
Oh harder
Innocence and joy slips away
What the world needs right now is peace, love and harmony
True humanity without any boundary
Woah sing it now!
So uncle won't you put that pistol down
Uncle please put that pistol down
The world is crying
Livin' under, we're livin' under
Livin' under, we're livin' under
Livin' under a gun
I say uncle won't you put that pistol down
Oh uncle please put that pistol down
Talk it over and tomorrow you can still be friends
So uncle please put your weapons away
Put away your gun live as one
Put away your gun live as one
I say put away your gun we can live as one
Put away your gun we can live as one
Put away put away put away put away put away
Put away your gun
Put away put away put away put away put away
Put away your gun
Put away put away put away put away put away
Put away your gun
Put away put away put away put away put away
Put away your gun
Written by: Azan Jacobs