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justinmoore


I started out with a four ten then moved to a twenty gauge.
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name.
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years old.
When I was eight I used a muzzle loader to kill my first doe.
These days I go down to Wal-Mart and they set 'em in the back.
Some people wanna take 'em away,
Why don't you go bust some boys that''s sellin' crack.

Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks.
Come on man it ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gonna tell you once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my guns.

If there ever was a time we need 'em,
I'd say it be today.
When we're letting them terrorists watch cable TV
And walk out of Guantanamo Bay.
I just try to do the right thing and raise my family in this land.
Treating me like you want to be treated and that's what I call a man.
If we don't have 'em, what do we do.
Tell me where we gonna go.
Somebody breaks into my house,
I'm gonna need my Colt forty four

Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks.
Come on man it, ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gonna tell you once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
You wont take my guns.

Listen

Guns, whether Remingtons or Glocks.
Come on man, it ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block.
I'm gonna tell once and listen son.
As long as I'm alive and breathing,
And I'm still breathing,
You wont take my guns.

No, you can take 'em from me
When you take 'em from my grandpa and my daddy.
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written by Paulin, Jamie / Stover, Jeremy Samuel / Moore, Justin
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