Favorite song lyrics mentioning a firearm.

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Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

Elvis, Down in the Ghetto.

I thought of this song too. The next verse is:

As the crowd gathers round an angry young man
face down in the street with a gun in his hand
in the ghetto
 
Jolly Rogers - The Devil's Reach Lyrics

She had forty seven cannon
On deck they had 14 guns

Well the five ships they were ready
Just waiting for first light
With a single shot knew they’d been caught
And the Reach began the fight
It was a moonless night in august
And darkness filled that bay
But the cannon fire from those tall ships
Turned that dark night into day


https://www.sarkisozum.gen.tr/en/jolly-rogers/the-devils-reach-lyrics
 
The Railbenders
Gunfight lyrics

To keep post short and sweer Im posting only parts the lyrics that mention firearms.

'Hear the pounding six gun sound'
 
" Goth-a-billy, or Hill-billy noir"



Bruce and Ed and I walked into Old Pappy's Foodmart Bruce and Ed were brothers and they were not very smart But I needed some men fast to help me with this one big score Then I'd never have to rob another grocery store Fill the bag with money, I said to the cashier Fill the bag with money, honey and we'll get out of here But somebody tripped the alarm and then all hell broke loose The bag boy, he pulled out a gun and then blew a hole through Bruce, Ed caught the bag boy in the chest with both barrels from his twelve The bag boy flew back twenty-feet into the produce shelf That was for my brother, Ed shouted through his tears Now we faced the electric chair instead of fifteen years

Ed looked-up through the window to see what's going on A bullet pierced his forehead and the back of Ed's head was gone
 
A Thank You to everybody on this thread.
I was feeling old and cold after shoveling and snowblower hell from Vermont’s latest storm.When I came in coffee and a break I found this collection of greatness.Now I can go back to work on the storm with a smile and a song.It’s a good day and tomorrow is the gun show!
 
Po Lazarus from "Oh Brother Where Art Thou":

And then the high sheriff, he shot Lazarus
Well, he shot him mighty big number
Well the high sheriff, shot Lazarus
Well he shot him with a mighty big number
With a forty five
Lawd, Lawd
With a forty five

I didn't read 12 pages to see if this song was mentioned so I recon I'd just throw it into the mix.
 
Rhett Akins
Grandpas Gun

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My granddaddy's gun

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
One of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My granddaddy's gun

[Bridge]
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

[Outro]
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

 
What Was I Thinkin'

Song by Dierks Bentley

Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine-pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I thinkin'
She snuck out one night
And met me by the front gate
Her Daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate
What was I thinkin'
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
But that crossed my mind a little too late
'Cause I was


 
Kinky Boots

This song is by The Irish Brigade.


I drove my Sarcen through your garden last night
I kicked your front door down around at midnight
Something's telling me, boy, that your avoiding me
And when I find you, you will run for your tea

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land

My good friend Bertie, he's in the UDR
Searching for weapons he will go near and far
Up around by Cappagh, you'd never find him there
The only gun he'll get there is an Armalite in his ear!

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land

My good friend Trevor, he's in the RUC
But now they've handed him his redundancy
Folks along the border won't be seeing him any more
That Provo sniper will be missing him for sure!

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land

My good friend Nigel, he's in the SAS
He says a change is just as good as arrest
Now they've gone and posted him way down to Crossmaglen
He wishes to blazes, he was back in jail again!

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land

My good friend Sammy, he's in the DUP
An upstanding member, as all the world can see
I said, "Go up to Donegal, if you want to have some fun"
He said, "I'll take a run there, if I have nothing on"

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land

My good friend Johnny, he's left the UDA
He said it'll fair the LDF anyday
Calling all his friends,"Get ready for a fight"
He's made an appointment to meet Billy Wright

I've got a brand new shiny helmet, and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket, a lovely khaki suit
When we go on night patrol, we hold each other's hand
For we are the British Army, and we're here to take your land



 
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

Well Charlie's nan's a provo with a beret and a gun
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run
He looks so really trendy with his shades and DM boots
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits


Well I have been a Provo now for fifteen years or more
Of armalites and mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon we've never used before
The Brits are looking worried, and they're going to worry more
Tiocfaidh ár lá, sing up the 'RA (Ooh, ah, up the 'RA! Ooh ah up the 'RA!)
SAM missiles in the sky...
 
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Lonely Yooper
Song by Da Yoopers

I looked down into her bloodshot eyes
She said save a beer for me"
I said, "i'll have to drink it later cause now i gotta pee
She reached down and grabbed my gonads
And she squeezed em in her hand
She said you ain't going nowhere
Cause now i need a man
But i gotta go real bad
And i just can't take a chance
I gotta beat it for the outhouse before i *** my pants
Then we both heard something coming
And it sounded like a tank
She said, holy sit it's toivo!
And she game em one last yank

I was just a lonely yooper she grabbed me by the rump
She said her husband toivo he laid there like a stump
She said, you don't have to worry we'll be safe out here"
"Toivo never comes to camp unless he's hunting deer

Then i saw ole" toivo,
He was loading up his gun
I ran out for…

 
My favorite in a powerful, heart-wrenching song:
Down the River
by Chris Knight



I was eighteen
My brother was twenty-one
One Saturday evening
When all the work was done
We went down to the river,
Had some trot lines to run

My brother Walter
Had a fight the week before
Knocked a boy named Wilson
Through the pool hall door
They said you don't mess with Wilson
Unless you want a war

We put the boat in the water,
I made the engine run
Loaded the lantern
Against the sinking sun
And my brother Walter
Was loading his gun
And we went down the river

Down past the coal docks
We were running our lines
Heard some drunken boaters
Racing up behind
It was Wilson and his cousin,
They had trouble on their minds

They passed on by us,
Probably going to tend their pot
We headed up the river
With the fish we'd caught
But before we made the landing,
I thought I heard a shot
Back down the river

My brother Walter fell over the side
I couldn't find him no matter how I tried
And looked along the bank
But I couldn't find where they'd hide

They drug the river,
They searched it up and down
Couldn't find his body
So they decided that he'd drowned
But I knew better
And Wilson bragged around town

So one night I floated down
Right above Wilson's shack
I hid in the woods
Till I saw him walk out back
I put a bullet in his head
And dropped him in his tracks
And we went down the river

Down below the trestle
Where the water runs slow
I chained him to an anvil
And then I let him go
And five years later
I ain't told a soul

And I ain't done much fishing,
I hardly wet a line
The death of my brother
Is still heavy on my mind
I've been thinking Wilson's cousin
Better find a place to hide
Cause i'm going down the river
Yeah i'm going down the river

Songwriters: Knight Christopher David
 
In a "fun" song:
Older Woman by Larry Raspberry and the High Steppers (back in the day)

 
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