Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kelly Ann Carvin
Songwriter:in
Troy Thomas Walls
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You can call him a lucky guy
They've been trying to take him down
And now they tried to take his life
They came so close
To taking the most loved and
Hated man in the world
They're all saying that the shot was missed
But I think it's more like this
There ain't no arrow there ain't no gun
There ain't a weapon made by man
That could ever shoot straight enough
The devil keeps on trying
But there ain't no denying
That the man upstairs has a plan
And I believe he's got his hand on that man
Never before has before has an all out war
Been raged on a single American
Just got out of court
34 fake felonies wasn't enough
Now we go again
Every body sees what's going on
They'll do anything to get him gone
But there ain't no arrow there ain't no gun
There ain't a weapon made by man
That could ever shoot straight enough
The devil keeps on trying
But there ain't no denying
That the man upstairs has a plan
And I believe he's got his hand on that man
Now I know he ain't no saint
But the ones God chooses usually ain't
And how that man's still standing
Is getting harder to explain
There ain't no arrow there ain't no gun
There ain't a weapon made by man
That could ever shoot straight enough
The devil keeps on trying
But there ain't no denying
That the man upstairs has a plan
And I believe he's got his hand on that man
I believe he's got his hand on that man
Written by: Kelly Ann Carvin, Troy Thomas Walls