Now let's get the kids and pack up the car Take that vacation we've been waiting for Drive across this country leave our worries far behind Singin' four-part harmony to "sweet adeline"
'Cause I got these books and maps from triple "A" We'll visit friends and sites along the way So bring the bikes and toys and diapers Pay the neighbor's son And call to stop the mail and, honey, Don't forget the guns
(Chorus) Now don't forget the guns you know exactly what I mean Bring the pistols, bring the uzi and the old are-15 We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute
We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night Hope for good weather hope the kids don't fight They've never seen mt. Rushmore and they ought to understand The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land
We'll hike up a trail and ride down a street Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam When we pack picnic lunches that's not all we'll bring along 'Cause we'll be packing 45's case anything goes wrong
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Oh riding along we'll follow the sights Over the mountains under the pines Up to boot hill where they got what they gave In the land of the free you've got to be brave
(Repeat Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
