Granddaddy's Gun - Aaron Lewis

It sits above the mantel, on a couple 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

My granddaddy’s gun

Well he bought it new out of the Sears-Roebuck catalog

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 mean’s to me, to no one

I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder

A guns like a woman son, it’s all how you hold her

Taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt

And one of these days I’ll pass it on to my grandson

My 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 mean’s to me, to no one

I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder

A guns like a woman son, it’s all how you hold her

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 hangin' on my livin' room wall

That I got with a box call

And, grandaddy’s gun

And there’s a shot up sign out there on 49

That me and Billy Joe shot up one night

With, granddaddy’s gun

Well it sits above the mantel, on a couple rusty nails

It ain’t worth a lot of money, and it damn sure ain’t for sale