I Got The Guns

(albüm: High Stakes - 2016)

They're little more than a few old guns
Handed down the line
Once owned by my Grandma and Grandpa
And now they're mine
They've been all the way to Utah
Then back home to Texas again
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming
And the Grand Canyon
And hunting trips in the freezing snow
And up before the sun
And now they're a part of me, I got the guns
I never really got to know him
I was much too young
He died on the Corpus Christi Bay
When I was one
A Christian man I barely knew
But he was oh so proud of me
He ran the nursery at the church for free
"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound" he always sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire his guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they spoke of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
Well, I don't have those memories that I can hold on to
But I keep holding on to his old guns

I was his only daughter's son
His pride and all his love
Maybe someday if I try my best
I'll be half the man he was
He knew love lasted longer
The great depression only made him stronger
He saved his pennies
And prayed to God each night
He knew how to weather hard times
And showed us how to overcome
And I can feel his strength when I hold his guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they spoke of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
Well, I don't have those memories that I can hold on to
But I keep holding on to his old guns

Just a bolt-action 20 gauge
And my grandmother's 410
A 270 that my dad fired once
And brought a mule deer in
Well, I wonder what he'd think of all this going on down here
And making all this fuss about his old guns

I've got the guns