Favorite song lyrics mentioning a firearm.

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Shak3s1977 said:
This is one that is a little different.
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Me and my girlfriend by Tupac was similar. Much better received too

Mountain man by Aaron Tippin is a good one too. Kind of bluegrassy which I generally dislike despite being raised around it and having met some of the biggest names in the genre. Nice people just not my genre. Back in the prohabition days. Lead character gets in a standoff with a 45 in each hand with a sherrif.
 
total recoil said:
Just for Swamp Rat:

Swampy was a pawn shop man
he knew his business well
He'd loan and buy on everything
and once or twice he'd sell

the man brought in a Remington
to see what Swampy'd pay
"just take a look down yonder bore
I've cleaned it just today

Swampy pulled the action back
then pointed to the door
I never buy form anyone when
bullets hit the floor
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That's quite cool, thanks.
Thing is, I'd buy it, put the bullet in the stupid collection and make some money.
 
Here's an old one with a passing reference...

Tennessee Stud

"Me and the gambler, we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud..."

 
Swamp-Rat I'm glad you understood my story.. You impressed me in your tale of the "It ain't loaded" JAR!
Now you need to write the music :)
 
I didn't read all then+ pages, but I expect you all have covered pretty much all of it, including Miranda's "Gunpowder and Lead" lyrics. Did anyone mention Kenny Chesney's "American Kids"?

"..Sister's got a boyfriend Daddy doesn't like.. now he's sitting out back, thirty-thirty in his lap, in the blue bug zapper light.."
 
Mariner's Revenge Song
Song by The Decemberists

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(Oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(Oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(Oh, oh)

"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale


 
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Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn
I'm glad I fought against her
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done
I hates the Yankee nation
And eveything they do

We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em down no more
But I ain't a-goin' to love them
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
https://www.civilwarpoetry.org/confederate/songs/rebel.html
 
Complete Lyrics:
The Ballad of Cole Younger

Song by Michael Martin Murphey



I am a noted highwayman, Cole Younger is my name;
'Tis deeds and desperation that brought my name to shame.

Robbing of the Northfield bank is a thing I'll never deny,
But which I will be sorry of until the day I die.

We started for old Texas, that grand old Lone Star State;
'Twas there on Nebraska prairies the James Boys we did meet.

With knives, gun, and revolvers, we all sit down to play
A game of good old poker to pass the time away.

Across Nebraska prairies a Denver train we spy.
I says to Bob, "We'll rob her as she goes rolling by."

We saddled up our horses, northwestward we did go
To the godforsaken country called Minnie-soh-tee-oh.

I had my eye on the Northfield bank when brother Bob did say,
"Cole, if you under-to-take the job, you'll always curse the day."

We stationed out our pickets, up to the bank did go,
'Twas there upon the counter, boys, we struck our fatal blow.

Saying, "Hand us out your money, sir, and make no long delay.
We are the noted Younger boys, and spend no time in play."

The cashier, being as true as steel, refused our noted band.
'Twas Jesse James that pulled the trigger that killed this noble man.

We run for life, for death was near, four hundred on our trail.
We soon was overtaken and landed safe in jail.

'Twas there in the Stillwater jail we lay, a-wearing our lives away.
Two James boys left to tell the tale of the sad and fateful day.

 
Will not say this is a Favorite, in that I just came across this recently but.. Any Song about a Mauser Rifle has to be a top 10 hit..

Me old Howth gun







Me old Howth gun
Lyrics
There is sorrow in my heart
O me old Howth gun.
That we lately had to part
O me old Howth gun.
In Ireland’s day of need,
Ah you proved a friend indeed
When you made the bullets speed
O me old Howth gun

I was glad when you were near
O me old Howth gun.
For the foeman did I fear
O me old Howth gun.
When your bark and bitter bite
Put the Saxon course to flight
And he didn’t stop to fight
O me old Howth gun

O how glorious was your feel
O me old Howth gun.
When you made the Saxon reel
O me old Howth gun
When the Lancers trimmin’ neat
Came chargin down O’Connell Street
And they beat a grim retreat
O me old Howth gun

O the parting it was sore
O me old Howth gun.
Shall I ne’er see you no more
O me old Howth gun.
There is glorious hopes that we
Could have set old Ireland free
But now your parted far from me
O me old Howth gun

O the day will surely come
O me old Howth gun.
When I’ll join the fightin’ men
O me old Howth gun
In some brave determined band
I shall surely take my stand
For the freedom of our land
O me old Howth gun



https://microsites.museum.ie/1916objectstories/ObjectDetail/thomas-mauser-rifle

https://www.theirishstory.com/2015/...irish-revolution-part-i-1914-16/#.XgwGa0dKiUk
 
Bad Lee Brown: Woody Guthrie
It was late last night I made my rounds
I met my woman and I blowed her down
I went on home and I went to bed
I laid my pistol up under my head

Early next morning by the rising sun
I woke up and I started to run
I made a run, but I run too slow
A man overtook me down in Jericho

I was standing on the corner reading my daddy's will
Along come a man, they called him Bad Texas Bill
He said "Captain, is your name Lee Brown?
I believe that you're the rascal blowed your woman down."

I said "Yes sir, Captain, my name is Lee
And if you've got any blues, boy, sing 'em to me."
"Well I guess, Lee, that you know the best
You'd better come go with me, the judge'll tell you the rest."

When I was arrested, I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they brung me back
Jury found me guilty in the first degree
And they laid me down in the penitentiary

Yes, the judge found me guilty and the jury too
Cried, "Lord in heaven, have some mercy on me!"
I'll be here for the rest of my life
All I done was kill my wife.
 
Wild Bill Jones


As I went now for to take a little walk,
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a'walkin' and a'talkin' by my true lover's side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He said my age is 21, too old to be controlled
I pulled my revolver from my side,
And I destroyed that poor boy's soul

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
And then he gave one dying moan
He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck,
Sayin' â??Honey won't ya take me home?â??

So put them handcuffs on me boys,
And lead me to that freight-car gate
I have no friends or relations there,
No one for to go my bail

So pass around that ole long-neck bottle
And we'll all go on a spreeâ?¦
Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones,
And tomorrow'll be the last of me.

 
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John Hardy

John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought a seen John Hardy getting away
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away

John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man walked up and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
The tears running down from his eyes
He said I’ve been the death of many a poor boy
But my six-shooters never told a lie
No, my six-shooters never told a lie

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue
She came down to that old jail cell
She said Johnny, I’ve been true to you God knows
Johnny, I’ve been true to you

The next one to Visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in red
She come down to that old jail cell
She said, Johnny, I had rather see you dead
Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead

I’ve been to the East and

 
One of the great Russian songs praising the Tula arms factories. Pre war these factories produced Russian tea pots, now producing another
type of Military Tea Pot.. This Song has you grabbing your Mosin and running out in the street to stop the Fascist.

 
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