It sits above the mantle
On a couple of 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
Granddaddy's gun
He bought it new out of
The Sears Roebuck catalogue
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 it means to me to no one
I can still hear his voice when I pull it to my shoulder
A gun's like a woman son
It's all how you hold her
It taught me a whole lot more
Than how to hunt
One of these days
I'll pass it on to my grandson
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 it means to me to no one
I can still hear his voice when I pull it to my shoulder
A gun's like a woman son
It's all how you hold her
It taught me a whole lot more
Than how to hunt
One of these days
I'll pass it on to my grandson
My Granddaddy's gun
There's a long beard hanging
off the living room wall
That I got with a box call
And granddaddy's gun
There's a shot up sign up there on fourty-nine
That me and Billy Joe shot up one night
With Granddaddy's gun
It sits above the mantle
On a couple of rusty nails
It ain't worth a lot of money
And it damn sure ain't for sale

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