Favorite song lyrics mentioning a firearm.

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We can't forget the Hollies and Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress:

Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song

A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all

Woo!

I saw her head up to the table
With a tall walking big black cat
Well, Charlie said "I hope that you're able, boy
'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at"
When suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run
I jumped down and across the table
When I heard somebody shooting a gun

Well, the DA was pumping my left hand
And then she was a-holding my right
Well, I told her "Don't get scared
'Cause you're gonna be spared"

Well I've gotta be forgiven
If I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall
Well, with just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all, had it all
Had it all, had it all
Had it all, had it all

 
Just for fun and one of my all time favorite Nilsson songs, adult language from rated R movie Goodfellas...



Here's the whole song by Nilsson (yes that's Keith Moon on drums):

 
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Here's another great old song from Emerson Lake & Palmer called Lucky Man, perhaps ELP's most famous song.

...He went to fight wars, for his country, and his king
Of his honor, and his glory, the people would sing

Ooooh what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him, his blood ran as cried
Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died

Ooooh what lucky man he was

 
Mean Street from Van Halen's Fair Warning album

...(This is home) See, a gun is real easy
(This is Mean Street) In this desperate part of town
(This is home) Turns you from hunted into hunter, ah
(This is Mean Street) Go an' hunt somebody down
Wait a minute, ah!

(This is home) Somebody said "fair warning"!
(This is Mean Street) Lord strike that poor boy down

 
Jailbreak by AC/DC



...He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
He had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
And people started to scream
Big man lying on the ground
With a hole in his body
Where his life had been
But it was -
All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
I got to be free
Jailbreak, jailbreak
I got to break out
Out of here
Heartbeats they were racin'
Freedom he was chasin'
Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing
But he made it out
With a bullet in his back
 
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"Ballad Of A Southern Man"

My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

Now I grew up on a prison farm,
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
Used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,
But I guess that's something you don't understand.

Grandma's in the kitchen;
Papa's done passed on;
We'd sit out on the front porch,
Just a pickin' on a song;
And there's blood on the table,
'Cause we work for what we have;
And I was raised in this land,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

I still fly that southern flag,
Whistlin' Dixie loud enough to brag,
And I know all the words to simple man,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

Pledge my allegiance the original way,
Say "Merry Christmas" not "Happy holidays",
I can't change my ways I know who I am,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

Grandma's in the kitchen;
Papa's done passed on;
We'd sit out on the front porch,
Just a pickin' on a song;
And there's blood on the table,
'Cause we work for what we have;
And I was raised in this land,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

They'll grind us up in a big machine;
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
Holy dollar and a credit card;
But we got a way of doing things,
And no bankers gonna steal from me;
They wanna tear it all apart.

Grandma's in the kitchen;
Papa's done passed on;
We'd sit out on the front porch,
Just a pickin' on a song;
And there's a Bible on the table,
'Cause he bled for what we have,
And that's the ballad of a southern man,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.
 
There are many good songs in this thread, but it bugs me that so few of them are about civilians justifiably defending themselves or loved ones. Most are about criminals or war.

I'm surprised Hand of Fate by the Stones hasn't been mentioned yet.

The hand of fate is on me now It pick me up and knock me down I'm on the run, I'm prison bound The hand of fate is heavy now I killed a man, I'm highway bound The wheel of fortune keeps turning round Turning round, turning round I should have known it was a one horse town My sweet girl was once his wife He had papers the judge had signed The wind blew hard, it was stormy night He shot me once, but I shot him twice The hand of fate is on me now It pick me up and it kicked me right down Kicked me right down Kicked me right down I had to save her life Yeah, I gunned him twice Yeah, and I watched him die, watch out boy Yeah, I watched him die He was a barroom man, the violent kind He had no love for that gal of mine Then one day in a drinking bout He swore he'd throw me right of town The hand of fate is on me now I shot that man I put him underground I put him underground Yes I did I'm on the run, I hear the hounds My luck is up, my chips are down So goodbye baby, so long now Wish me luck, I'm going to need it child The hand of fate is on me now Yeah it's too late Too late baby, too late now The hand of fate is on me now The hand of fate is heavy now It pick you up and knock you down

 
Machine Gun Blues
Song by Social Distortion


Well I'm a gangster in 1934
Junkies, winos, pimps, and whores
And all you men, women and kids
Best stay out the way

I just left your town
Took all your loot
Wore a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit
A hopped up V8 Ford
And some two-tone shoes

And I'm already gone
I left a pool of blood and sorrow
I've got the machine gun blues

I'll be out of here before the break of dawn
Hit the highway
Smoke a big cigar
Gonna stop and bury the cash
Then get some more

There's only one thing on my mind
That's makin' across that ol' state line
Amid a hail of avenging bullets
That are meant for me

And I'm already gone
I left a path of pure destruction
I've got the machine gun blues
Already done
My life will soon be though
I've got the machine gun blues

I'm public enemy number one
I'm sorry for all the things that I've done
If indeed we do cross paths
It's nothing personal

And I'm already gone
I left a trail of devastation
I've got the machine gun blues
Already gone
My life will soon be though
I've got the machine gun blues

 
Worker's Song
Song by Dropkick Murphys

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And all of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
 
Cowboy's Last Ride


He was just a Texas cowhand,
One that knew his stuff
His eyes were black,
His face was tan,
His hands were broad and rough.

Tough as an old buzzsaw,
All the boys stayed shy
For they all knew his aim was true
He'd shoot at the wink of an eye.


One night with grass plains around us,
He met with a rustlers band
As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire,
He fell with a gun in his hand.

We rolled out of bed the next morning,
We dug a grave in the sand
When we found stretched out on the ground
This brave and lonely cowhand.

We buried him on the prairie,
Wrapped in an old cowhide
By the light of the moon we wrote on his tomb
"Another cowhand's last ride".

 
.32 Blues by one of my favorite guitar slingers Chris Duarte:



And Back in the Saddle by Aerosmith...

Stay safe.
 
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Because it came up in another thread:
From *Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School* Zevon gave us *Jungle Work* highlighting; M16s, Stens & Ingrams/M-10s

Our man was dark.

Lear jet S.W.A.T. team
On a midnight run
With the M16
And the Ingram gun
We parachute in
We parachute out
"Death from above"
We're screaming now
Where the pay is good
And the risk is high
It's understood
We'll do or die
Sten gun in hand
Where the gun is law
From Ovamboland
To Nicaragua
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Three young men
In a Russian truck
With a little M10
Sent 'em running to the huts
A few young men
The few who dare
To battle in hell
Le Mercenaire!
Strength and muscle and jungle work....


Todd.
 
I've Got Rights by Hank William's Jr

"I went down
To the Mary Carter paint store
I said give me one of them
Smith and Wesson, Magnum 44s"
 
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