I Got The Guns

They're little more than a few old guns

Handed down the line.

Once owned by my Nana and Papa,

But 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

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I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak 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

So I keep hanging on to his old guns

Nana lived on a few more years 'till Christmas '79

I thank God for those childhood memories of mine

My sister told me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,

"dear Lord bring Nana back to us"

But instead she got her earrings old time clip-ons and she had fun

Me, I was 8 years old and I got the 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

And I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddad

Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone

Well I wonder what he'd think of all this going on down here

And making such a fuss about some 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