Guns Justin Moore
[D]I started out with a .410, then m[C]oved to a .20 gauge.
Every s[G]quirrel and rabbit in Dallas county k[A]new my name.
[D]I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the t[C]ime I was three years old.
W[G]hen I was eight I used a muzzle loader to [A]kill my first doe.
T[D]hese days I go down to Wal-Mart a[C]nd they set 'em in the back.
S[G]ome people wanna take 'em away, why don't you go bust them [A]boys that
sellin' crack.
[D]Guns, whe[C]ther Remingtons and Glocks.
C[G]ome on man it ain't like I'm a s[A]lingin' 'em on the block.
[D]I'm gunna tell you o[C]nce and listen son.
A[G]s long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my g[A]uns.
[D]If there ever was a time we need 'em,
[C]I'd say it be today.
Whe[G]n we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV and wa[A]lk out of Guantanamo Bay.
[D]I just try to do the right thing and ra[C]ise my family in this land.
[G]Treating me like you want to be treated and t[A]hat's what I call a man.
[D]If we don't have 'em, what do we do. Te[C]ll me where we gunna go.
[G]Somebody breaks into my house, I[A]'m gunna need my Colt .44.
[D]Guns, wh[C]ether Remingtons and Glocks.
[G]Come on man it, ain't like I'm a sli[A]ngin' 'em on the block.
[D]I'm gunna tell you once a[C]nd listen son.
[G]As long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my gu[A]ns.
Listen.
[D]Guns. Whe[C]ther Remingtons or Glocks.
[G]Come on man, it ain't like I'm a sli[A]ngin' 'em on the block.
[D]I'm gunna tell on[C]ce and listen son.
[G]As long as I'm alive a[A]nd breathing,
A[D]nd I'm still breathin[C]g[G] [A]
You wont take my gu[D]ns.
No, you c[D]an take 'em from me when [C]you take 'em from my gr[G]andpa and my da[A]ddy
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