Granddaddy's Gun Songtext
von Bone Collector

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it′s worth a bunch of money, but it damn sure ain't for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories he could tell
Granddaddy′s gun

He bought it new out of the Sears and Roebuck catalog
And it shot a mini shell over the top of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took my safety off
Granddaddy's gun

It's just a 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 hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
A gun′s like a woman's son, it′s all how you hold her
It taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my son
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'll keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me
Granddaddy′s gun

It's just a 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 hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
A gun′s like a woman′s 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 son
Granddaddy's gun

There′s a long beard livin' on the living room wall
That I got with a boxcar and granddaddy′s gun
There's a shot up stop sign on forty-nine
That me and Billy Joe took out one night
With granddaddy's gun
Granddaddy′s gun

It sits above the mantle
On a couple rusty nails
And it′s worth a bunch of money, but it damn sure ain't for sale