Thursday, 19 April 2012

Justin Moore - Guns Lyrics

Justin Moore - Guns Lyrics I started out with a .410, then moved to a .20 gauge
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years old
When I was eight I used a muzzle loader to kill my first doe
These days I go down to Wal-Mart and they set ‘em in the back
Some people wanna take ‘em away, why don’t you go bust them boys that sellin’ crack

Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks
Come on man it ain’t like I’m a slingin’ ‘em on the block
I’m gunna tell you once and listen son
As long as I’m alive and breathing
You wont take my guns

If there ever was a time we need ‘em
I’d say it be today
When we’re letting them terrorists watch cable TV and walk out of Guantanamo Bay
I just try to do the right thing and raise my family in this land
Treating me like you want to be treated and that’s what I call a man
If we don’t have ‘em, what do we do. Tell me where we gunna go
Somebody breaks into my house, I’m gunna need my Colt .44

Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks
Come on man it, ain’t like I’m a slingin’ ‘em on the block
I’m gunna tell you once and listen son
As long as I’m alive and breathing
You wont take my guns

Listen

Guns. Whether Remingtons or Glocks
Come on man, it ain’t like I’m a slingin’ ‘em on the block
I’m gunna tell once and listen son
As long as I’m alive and breathing
And I’m still breathing
You wont take my guns

No, you can take ‘em from me when you take ‘em from my grandpa and my daddy

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