It sits above the mantel on a couple rusty nails It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell My Granddaddy's gun
He bought it new out of the Sears and Roebuck catalog And it shot a many shells over the back of an old bird dog It backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off Granddaddy's gun.
It's just an old double-barrel twelve The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what means to me to no one I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder, "A gun's like a woman, son, it's all how you hold her." He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson My Granddaddy's gun
He handed it to me on the day I turned thirteen With a half-shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me Granddaddy's gun
It's just an old double-barrel twelve The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what means to me to no one I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder, "A gun's like a woman, son, it's all how you hold her." He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson My Granddaddy's gun
There's a long beard hanging on the living room wall That I got with a box call And Granddaddy's gun There's a shot up stop sign on forty nine That me and Billy Joe shot up one night With Granddaddy's gun
It sits above the mantel on a couple rusty nails It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for saleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
