Firearms in Song

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Lonesome dove, I cant believe yall didnt post it already. Most of the song is about guns.
Then the local favorite GUNS by jusin moore. Then there was on from texas music fest that i cant remember
 
Utah Carrol

In a faroff western country
where the friends are few and dear
Where the cattle roam in thousands,
and the skies are always clear;
We were rounding up one morning,
and the work was nearly done,
When the cattle all stampeded,
in a wild and maddened run.


And the boss's little daughter was holding on the side;
She tried to turn the cattle, '
twas a wild and dangerous ride.
Now, the boss's little daughter
rode the best horse on the ground,
But he stumbled in a dog hole,
and threw her to the ground.


Beneath that lass's saddle,
early on the fatal morn,
I'd placed a scarlet blanket,
a mistake i'll always mourn.
When the cattle saw that blanket,
it broke their maddened brain;
They bore down on the lassie,
and death rose by their gain.


The cattle thundered toward her,
and she surely would have died,
But a cowhand spurred his cowhorse
like lightning to her side.
He hung down from the saddle,
and snatched her from the ground,
But his cinch hook broke beneath him,
and again it hurled them down.


From the dust sprang Utah Carroll,
with that blanket wavin' gay,
He led off at an angle,
and the cattle came his way.
This task of his accomplished,
the child safe on that side,
He turned to face the cattle,
that wild and maddened tide.


His pistol flashed like lightnin',
it thundered loud and clear;
He failed to turn the cattle,
but he dropped the leadin' steer.
A thousand hooves a-poundin'
and a thousand shinin' horns
Knocked out the life from Utah,
bravest hero ever born.


So in that faroff western country,
where friends are few and dear,
Stands a humble little tombstone,
'neath skies that're always clear.
And the boss's little daughter goes often to the grave
Of the man who died so bravely to save her life that day.
 
Toby Keith has a good one. "Bullets in the gun."


She grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
She kissed me for the last time
And we headed out the back

Every gun was on us
And every heartbeat poundin'
There's only one thing left to do
When they got you all surrounded

She fired that old pistol
But we didn't stand a prayer
Money hit the gravel
Bullets filled the air, yeah

Never see it comin'
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And that fire in her eyes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkS5H3Of4-E&ob=av2e
 
I’m one of those weirdo’s who like just about everything Bob Dylan has done. Here’s some of his relevant songs, and there's probably a couple I left out.

Bob Dylan’s Blues:
Well look a here buddy, you wanna be like me
Pull out your six-shooter and rob every bank you can see
Tell the Judge I said it was alright, yeah

Masters of War:
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks

From a Buick 6
She don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk to much
She walk like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
She keeps that .410 all loaded with lead
Well if I go down dyin’, you know she’s bound to put a blanket on my bed

Ballad of Hollis Brown:
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun that’s a hangin on the wall
Your brain is a bleedin and your legs can’t seem to stand,
Your eyes fix on the shotgun that your holdin in your hand
There’s seven breeze’s blowing all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out like the ocean’s pounding roar

With God on Our Side:
The Spanish-American war had its day
And the Civil War too was soon laid away
And the names of the hero’s I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands and God on their side

It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

You Ain’t Going Nowhere
Buy me a ring and a gun that sings
A flute that toots and a bee that stings
A sky that cries and a bird that flies
A fish that walks and a dog that talks
Whoo-ee!

Romance in Durango
Was it me that shot him down in the Cantena?
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come let us fly my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and whats done is done

Quick Magdalena, take my gun
Up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim well, my little one
We may not make it through the night

Hurricane
Pistol shots rang out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the end of the hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, “My God they’ve killed them all”

Billy 1
There’s guns across the river, aiming at you
Lawman on your trail, tryin to catch you
Bounty hunters too their tryin to catch ya
Billy they don’t want you to be so free

Baby Please Stop Crying
You’ve been down to the bottom with a bad man babe, but you’re back where you belong
Go get me my pistol babe, Honey I can’t tell right from wrong

Knockin’ on Heavens Door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is coming down
Feel like I’m knockin on heaven’s door
 
"45" by Shinedown which includes the lyrics "Staring down the barrel of a .45" though the singer claims the lyric is an allegory

The song "Once" by Pearl Jam, about a deranged man stalking and murdering prostitutes, references a "16 gauge buried under my clothes" which I always found curious that Eddie Vedder would mention such an obscure shotgun caliber instead of 12 gauge, especially since he is such a huge anti

The song "Santeria" by Sublime mentions that "Daddy's got a new .45" and intends to shove it down Sancho's throat (Sanch must be calling on the protagonist's lady friend and the protagonist intends to rectify the situation)
 
For the old '60s hootenanny folks among us, there arre dozens of old Appalacian folk songs that featrue guns. Case in point....

Little Sadie

I went downtown just to make a little round
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down
I went back home and I jumped into bed
Forty-four special under my head
 
Travis Tritt:


Well it's a long way to Richmond, rollin' north on 95
With a red head ridin' shot-gun and a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
 
From the town of Lincoln Nebraska, with a sawed off 410 on my lap
Through the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

nebraska (Springsteen)
 
Two of my favorites:

Mark Chesnutt "Bubba Shot the Jukebox"

We were all down at Margie's bar,
Tellin' stories if we had one.
Someone fired the ol' jukebox up.
The song, it sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose
From the pain the song was inflictin'.
And all at once he jumped to his feet,
Just like somebody kicked him.

Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
Said it played a sad song that made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a .45
Bubba shot the jukebox last night.

Now, Bubba ain't never been accused
Of bein' mentally stable.
So we did not draw an easy breath,
'Til he laid that Colt on the table.
He hung his head until the cops showed up.
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
And told him, "Don't you play dumb with us, son.
You know damn well what the charge is".

Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
Said it played a sad song that made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a .45
Well, he shot the jukebox last night.

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on.
The confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, "Bubba, boy,
Now, you was always a dense one".
Now, reckless discharge of a gun.
That's what the officers are claimin'.
Bubba hollered out, "Reckless hell!
I hit just where I was aimin."

Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
Said it played a sad song that made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a .45
Well, he shot the jukebox.
Stopped it with one shot.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night.

Well, he could not tell right from wrong
Through the teardrops in his eyes.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt,
It was a justifiable homicide.

Bubba shot the jukebox.
Stopped it with one shot.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
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Also since I have a daughter
Rodney Atkins "Cleaning this Gun"

Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her momma's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Ain’t it son?
Hey y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
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"Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People
(Couldn't escape it on the radio a few months ago, don't hear it as much lately.)

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet."
 
Didn't read all the posts, so sorry if it's been mentioned but:

Hank Williams Jr. - I've Got Rights

"I went down To the Mary Carter paint store
I said give me one of them Smith and Wesson, Magnum 44s
'Cause there's a man that the law let loose And justice was not done
This man, he killed my wife And my only little son
I'll never forget the way He looked all through the trial
He had a big named lawyer And he had that smirky smile
Oh yeah, he got you off On a technicality
But you'll have to grow wings and fly To ever get away from me"
 
Chris Ledoux
"Hair Trigger Colt 44"

I'm a man who's goin' to Hell with Heaven's blessin'
The judge said I'm not fit to live with men
They're buildin' me a gallows in the courtyard
To make sure I don't pass this way again

My first taste of killin' was at Vicksburg
I must have shot me a hundred men
I learned to make my livin' with a six-gun
I'm an outlaw now but I was a hero then

Lord if I had only known the misery
That glory's somethin' not worth killin' for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a hair-trigger Colt .44

I was a hunted desperado
A wanted man with a price on my head
I thought that I could steal a taste of freedom
I got me a hangman's noose instead

Lord if I had only known the misery
That glory's somethin' not worth killin' for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a hair-trigger Colt .44

Undertaker write on my tombstone
A killer finally killed and nothin' more
I wouldn't be here if it hadn't been for Providence
And that hair-trigger Colt .44

Lord if I had only known the misery
That glory's somethin' not worth killin' for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a hair-trigger Colt .44

Lord if I had only known the misery
That glory's somethin' not worth killin' for
I wish now I had never touched the handle
Of a hair-trigger Colt .44
 
It';s only a slight mention, but

Carmelita, by Warren Zevon. Only his version didn't mention any guns ("Well I pawned my Smith Corona, and I went to meet my man"). Later, when covered by Linda Ronstadt, she sang "Well I pawned my Smith and Wesson, and I went to meet my man".
 
Was just listening to ZZ Top, and I thought of this thread, pretty sure no one mentioned their tune 'Gun Love'!

I loves me some ZZ Top any time any day!
 
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