Great Songs With Gun Lyrics

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Smuggler's Blues - Glenn Frey

There's trouble on the streets tonight, I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition, that he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill
Everything exploded and the blood began to spill
So baby, here's your ticket, put the suitcase in your hand
Here's a little money now, do it just the way we planned
You be cool for twenty hours and I'll pay you twenty grand

I'm sorry it went down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's blues

The sailors and pilots, the soldiers and the law,
The pay-offs and the rip-offs, and the things nobody saw
No matter if it's heroin, cocaine, or hash,
You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash
There's lots of shady characters, lots of dirty deals
Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals
It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal

Perhaps you'd understand it better
Standin' in my shoes
It's the ultimate enticement,
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's blues

See it in the headlines, you hear it every day
They say they're gonna stop it but it doesn't go away
They move it through Miami, sell it in L.A.
They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay
It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru,
You ask any DEA man, he'll say, "There's nothin' we can do"
>From the office of the President, right down to me and you, me and you

It's a losing proposition,
But one you can't refuse
It's the politics of contraband,
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's blues


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Steve Earle's

The Devil's Right Hand

About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

I asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand

The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightin' but it loads a mite slow
Loads a mite slow and soon I found out
It get you into trouble but it can't get you out

So, then I went and bought myself a Colt .45
Called a peacemaker, but I never knew why
Never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand

Well, I got into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating, I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, I watched the man fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw

The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH4-tOqLH94

GREEN BERETS

http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/balladofthegreenbaret.html

Ballad of the Green Beret
by Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler and Robin Moore, copyright 1966

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret.

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Elmo's Got A Gun
Weird Al Yankovich

Elmo's got a gun.
Elmo's got a gun
Big Bird's on the run.
Ernie's dialing 911.
What made Elmo snap?
Was he tired of Big Bird's crap?
They say when Elmo was arrested they found Oscar headless in the traaash!!!
I hear that Gordan's really runnin' now that Elmo's got a gun
the streets will never be the saaaayaaaayaaaayaaaaaaaame!!!
 
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Big Iron - Marty Robbins:

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
 
Gene Pitney - The Man Who Shot Liiberty Valance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDN4L7cAQf0

When Liberty Valance rode to town the womenfolk would hide, they'd hide
When Liberty Valance walked around the men would step aside
'cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast---he was mighty good.

From out of the East a stranger came, a law book in his hand, a man
The kind of a man the West would need to tame a troubled land
'cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast---he was mighty good.

Many a man would face his gun and many a man would fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance, he shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all.

The love of a girl can make a man stay on when he should go, stay on
Just tryin' to build a peaceful life where love is free to grow
But the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When the final showdown came at last, a law book was no good.

Alone and afraid she prayed that he'd return that fateful night, aww that night
When nothin' she said could keep her man from goin' out to fight
>From the moment a girl gets to be full-grown the very first thing she learns
When two men go out to face each other only one retur-r-r-ns

Everyone heard two shots ring out, a shot made Liberty fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance, he shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all.

The man who shot Liberty Valance, he shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all.

Johnny Horton - Sink the Bismark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EdngnDdjCo

In May of nineteen forty-one the war had just begun
The Germans had the biggest ship that had the biggest guns
The Bismark was the fastest ship that ever sailed the seas
On her deck were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees

Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship the Hood
And evry British seaman, he knew and understood
They had to sink the Bismark, the terror of the sea
Stop those guns as big as steers and those shells as big as trees

We'll find that German battleship thats makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismark 'cause the world depends on us
Hit the decks a-runnin' boys and spin those guns around
When we find the Bismark we gotta cut her down

The Hood found the Bismark and on that fatal day
The Bismark started firin' fifteen miles away
We gotta sink the Bismark was the battle sound
But when the smoke had cleared away
The mighty Hood went down

For six long days and weary nights they tried to find her trail
Churchill told the people "Put ev'ry ship a-sail"
'Cause somewhere on that ocean I know she's gotta be
We gotta sink the Bismark to the bottom of the sea

We'll find that German battleship thats makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismark 'cause the world depends on us
Hit the decks a-runnin' boys and spin those guns around
When we find the Bismark we gotta cut her down

The fog was gone on the seventh day and they saw the mornin' sun
Ten hours away from homeland the Bismark made its' run
The admiral of the British fleet said "Turn those bows around"
We found that German battleship and we're gonna cut her down

The British guns were aimed and the shells were comin' fast
The first shell hit the Bismark, they knew she couldn't last
That mighty German battleship is just a memory
"Sink the Bismark" was the battle cry that shook the seven seas

We found that German battleship was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismark 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the decks a-runnin' and we spun those guns around
Yeah, we found the mighty Bismark and then we cut her down

We found that German battleship was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismark 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the decks a-runnin' and we spun those guns around
We found the mighty Bismark and then we cut her down

Nonpoint - Bullet With A Name

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOO4VZeH4-g

My disposition is in a possition for all to see.
Regretless for how it feels.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see
is really concentration on the steel.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

See everybody watching and passing judjement
on every little move and disition I make.
How can i be an individual with the weight of the world
with 8 other planets to take?
and with everything happening
gunshots clappin and people all
runnin in every direction
with their hands up prayin for the drama to end,
I got my hand out lookin for some money to spend.

[Chorus]
The price tags on the things i need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

I'm workin harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico.
No water, no clouds, no cover,
from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell,
empty oven again from another bad opinion.
I mean who doesn't want the cars,
money, fame, attention, bars, honeys,
games, attention, stars?
Funny how we say we don't need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.

[Chorus]

Everything that they say about me.
And everything that they make me need,
are nothing when they're taking everything away from me.
Everyone trying to make it harder
and everyone saying I would never be.
You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim...

[Chorus]

Know of more, just can't think of the names atm.
 
How 'bout the other side of music? A little metal.

Iron Maiden:
Tail Gunner
The Trooper

Judas Priest:
All Guns Blazing

Metallica:
Disposible Heroes
 
Since I had the Battle Hymn of the Republic here is one for the Southern People...

Dixie

Old Miss Band @ a Football Game Plays DIXIE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH7qVKBYtEY

http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/dixie.html

Dixie
by Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten, (Alt Original: Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom,)
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.

In Dixie Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.

I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Optional Verses

Ole Missus marry "Will the weaver"
Willum was a gay deceiver
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

But when he put his arm around 'er,
He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve 'er
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

Ole Missus acted the foolish part
And died for a man that broke her heart
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

Now here's a health to the next ole Missus
An' all the gals that want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

But if you want to drive 'way sorrow
Come and hear this song tomorrow
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

There's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land


Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

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Again, probably not a song consistent with the primary objective of this thread, but a darn good song anyway:

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
Shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!

Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby

Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it

I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me

Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down
 
Don’t Let ’em Take Your Gun - Grand Funk Railroad

Ohhh, people why dont you come in here and let me talk to you a while.
Thats right, step right up and listen to a concerned citizen speak his piece.

Ill tell you a little something that my daddy told to me.
My basic fundamentals if you want to be free.
cause son, theres somthing wrong internally.
So, if you want your freedom son.
Dont want your country to be overrun.
You got to keep america number one.

(chorus)
My daddy told me son, dont let em take your gun.
Thats what they tryin to do.
Son, dont let em take your gun.
Theyre takin your bill of rights away from you.
My daddy said son, dont let em take your gun.
Thats what they tryin to do.
Son, dont let em take your gun.
Dont let em take your gun away from you.

Ohhh, this year is our anniversary.
Two hundred years, people weve been free.
Wont be nobody takin over our land.
If everybodys brothers got a gun in his hand.
Im tellin you we learned to fight for justice.
Were willing to die for freedom.
Hand in hand.
You got to understand.
We are american men.

Said they want your gun.
Said they want your gun.
Send em on the run.
Send em on the run.
Hip-hurray for fun.
Hip-hurray for fun.
If they do were done.
If they do were done.

(chorus)


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http://www.rhapsody.com/runtocadence/runtocadencewiththeusnavyseals

Run to Cadence with the U.S. Navy Seals

I have this old tape and I used to jog/sing (Yes, sing!!!) to this one, other Army, Navy, Marine and Air Force tapes years ago. I had the military band ones too. I brought these tapes out here when I moved/sold out/retired after he died. Sometimes I sing the songs and I can remember some of the words but I can't put them all down here. Yes, they involve GUNS, good and bad wars, jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, ships, tanks, and grandma's doing P.T.! Ha!

I used to sing and listen to these tapes when I mowed my lawn on my tractor too. I think some of the old farmers around there got a kick out of it as they drove by or plowed their fields all around our little acre.

Some of the words are 'tough' but not all of them are CRUDE.

1. Fired Up


2. We Are The Sons Of UDT


3. Wake Up


4. I Don't Want To Be No Green Beret


5. I Don't Know, But I've Been Told


6. Men At War


7. Up From A Sub 60 Feet Below


8. Look Out N.A.B.


9. I Want To Be A Navy Seal


10. Get Out Of My Way


11. Running Through The Jungles


12. Two Old Ladies


13. C-130 Rolling Down The Strip


14. Shot Rang Out In The Middle Of The Night


15. Let 'Em Blow, Let 'Em Blow


16. Hey Hey Whiskey Jack


17. SEAL Team Navy


18. Every Where We Go


19. How'd Ya Earn Your Livin'


20. Flying Over Moscow

You can listen to some of these for FREE too. Enjoy!

Catherine
 
I am singing and dancing to the LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS now... pair of 45's.

I have not heard, song or danced to that one in ages.

It reminds me of "Mustang Sally" somehow along with TONS more. Woo hoo!

Markk:
Here is to your pair of 45's!

Thanks!

Thanks to all, I loved them and keep them coming!

Catherine
 
Sinking of the Reuben James

http://www.geocities.com/lilandr/kantoj/usonanglaj/ReubenJames1.htm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7jBbCQwJ0g

Here is the Kingston Trio singing this song. There are many other great versions of this song. My late husband was on a destroyer in the USN - Vietnam and around the world tours. I think of this 'destroyer' among all of the other ships and sailors... other Veterans in war and peace time in ALL branches of the military. (Later on he was in the Air NG Fighter Wing in his home state for over 20 years along with his non government job.)

Catherine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7jBbCQwJ0g


The Sinking of the Reuben James

This is a song Woody Guthrie wrote during World War II, prior to the United States' entry into the war but after the collapse of the Hitler-Stalin pact. It is a memorial to the American sailors killed the morning of October 31, 1941, when German U-boats sank the destroyer Reuben James which was engaged in convoying war matériel to Britain. Originally, Woody wrote a version which mentioned all the dead by name, but that version was never publicly performed. Sources vary as to the number killed (I've seen from 86 to 115 given, but the number of survivors is always 44 or 45). The tune is essentially that of the old American song Wildwood Flower, with a chorus added. I am posting them both here for comparative study purposes.
(Click here for Wildwood Flower)
The basic tune is in the public domain;
copyright in the original lyrics is held by Woody's
heirs and assigns. According to Joe Klein's biography of Woody,
the chorus is the work of Seeger and Lampell
so who knows what its copyright status is...




Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James,
Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and of fame?
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the Land of the Free,
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.

CHORUS:
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names,
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

One hundred men were drowned in that dark watery grave;
When that good ship went down, only forty-four were saved.
'Twas the last day of October we saved the forty-four
From the cold icy waters off that cold Iceland shore.

It was there in the dark of that uncertain night
That we watched for the U-boats and waited for a fight.
Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion roared
And they laid the Reuben James on that cold ocean floor.

Now tonight there are lights in our country so bright
On the farms and in the cities they're telling of the fight.
And now our mighty battleships will steam the bounding main
And remember the name of the good Reuben James.

Years later, Fred Hellerman of the Weavers (which recorded the song) added this verse:

Well, many years have passed since those brave men have gone
And those cold icy waters are still and they're calm.
Many years have passed, but still I wonder why
The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die.

Click for one-verse MIDI
Click for four-verse MIDI
 
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A lot of great responses here.Thank you!Makes me proud to be an American.If I can interject, when I was young, naive,liberal and in uniform, this was my favorite "protest" song of the Sixties.All my buddies and I in the 82nd Airborne really grooved to this song in the summer of '65, after the D.R.
Barry McGuire and the unforgettable Eve of Destruction.

http://artists.letssingit.com/barry-mcguire-eve-of-destruction-s1m88lj

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
 
The Irish Republican Army loved the Armalite AR-180 so much that they wrote a song about it.

And it's down along the Falls Road that's where I long to be

Lying in the dark with the Provo company

A comrade on me left ai another one on me right

And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite!


I was stopped by a soldier he said "you are a swine"

He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin

I begged and I pleaded oh my manners were polite

but all the time I'm thinking of me little Armalite!


Chorus:

And it's down in the Bogside that's were I long to be

Lying in the dark with the Provo company

A comrade on me left and another one on me right

And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite!


Well this brave RUC man came marching up our street

600 British soldiers he had lined up at his feet,

Come out ya cowardly Fenians come on out and fight

he cried I'm only joking, when he heard the Armalite!


Chorus:

And its down in Bellaghy that's where i long to be

lying in the dark with the provo company

a comrade on me left and another one on me right

and a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite!


Well the army came to visit me 'twas in the early hours

With saracens and saladins and ferret armoured cars,

They thought they had me cornered but I gave them all a fright

With the armourpiercing bullets of me little Armalite!


Chorus:

And it's down in The New Lodge that's were I long to be

Lying in the dark with the Provo company

A comrade on me left and another one on me right

And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite!


Well when premier came to Belfast says he the battles won

The generals they have told him we've got them on the run,

But corporals and privates while on patrol at night

They remember Narrow Water and the bloody Armalite!


Chorus:

And it's down in Crossmaglen that's were I long to be

Lying in the dark with the Provo company

A comrade on me left and another one on me right

And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite!


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How About... "McKinley's Rag?

McKinley's Rag
(Riley Puckett)
Artist: Greenbriar Boys

(Of course, we all know that McKinley was shot with a Ivers Johnson .32)

Hey, Mr. McKinley
Why didn't you run?
See that man a-comin' with a Johnson forty-one
From Buffalo to Washington

Doctor, Doctor,
Do all you can,
A man just shot my husband with a handkerchief over his hand
From Buffalo to Washington

Doctor comes a-runnin'
Takes off his specs
Says, "Mr. McKinley, you've done cashed your checks"
From Buffalo to Washington

Mrs. McKinley in Brooklyn,
Dressed all in red
Weepin' and a-moanin' for her husband was dead
From Buffalo to Washington

Jailer said to Zolgotz,
"What ya doin here?"
Took and shot McKinley, gonna take the electric chair
From Buffalo to Washington

Zolgotz told the jailer,
"Treat me like a man,
You know that when I die, I got to go to Dixieland."
From Buffalo to Washington

Roosevelt's in the White House
Doin' his best
McKinley's in the gravehard, he's takin' his rest
He's gone a long, long time.

Hush, little children,
Don't you fret;
You know you'll draw a pension as your poppa's dead
From Buffalo to Washington

Hey, Mr. McKinley
Why didn't you run?
See that man a-comin' with a Johnson forty-one
From Buffalo to Washington

Lyrics to Rottweiler Blues :
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen

Got a Glock in the bedside table
Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door
Kevlar vest in the closet
Well, I wear it when I go to the store

Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge

If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Halogen lights in the driveway
Guardian Angels living next door
One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion
Sleeping on the Florida porch

Slackers in the market
Bangers in the mall
Skinheads on the golf course
Hunting for their balls

If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two
And the promise of burglar blood
He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo
And to hear the proverbial sickening thud

Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge

If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Following song is from an actual historical event that took place in Canada. There's also a song about Albert Johnson, another historical event that took place in Canada, which was made into a movie. Unfortunately, the song isn't as good as the movie.

Four Rode By
Ian Tyson

Willie Palmer's stallion was no twenty dollar cayuse
And when the wild ones stole him he hightailed it into town
Ussher in those days was keeping order in the district
But before he'd ridden thirty miles the McLean boys shot him down

chorus: Four rode by
Rode through here
Three Mclean boys and that wild Alex Hare
They were armed
All were armed
It was them I'd have known them anywhere

A shepherd known as Kelly saw the wild one as they passed
They shot him with a rifle and took his watch and chain
When the posse found him in the lonely cabin
A hunger took their fight away and no one else was slain*

They hung the boys in January eighteen eighty three
First time in that province that they'd strung up brothers three
And their sons killed nineteen Germans cross the seas back in seventeen
One thing that's for damned sure they're a wild old family
 
Duke Junior,

I was 15 in 1965 and I remember that song VERY well. My late husband and most of my friends were older, he was 5 years older than me. I did not meet him until I was 17 years old through a friend from my Church. He enlisted in the USN during LBJ's time - 12/65 if memory serves me right.

I remember that song, One Tin Soldier, and many of the folk songs from BOTH political sides.

NOTICE the P.C. warning signs and notes on the LINK for this song.

Thanks for that song and I was thinking of it while memories flooded my brain here.

Take care,

Catherine


http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/tin.htm

One Tin Soldier
(The Legend of Billy Jack)

This song has a lesson to it -- violence is not the way. Please visit the Department of Justice Kids Pagelink to a non-NIEHS site and Federal Bureau of Investigation Kids Pagelink to a non-NIEHS site for more information about the criminal justice system and what you can do!

Catherine says, "Those words ought to be shown to some D.C. adults if you ask me!"


(by Lambert-Potter, sung by Coven)

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

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Annie...

ANNIE GET YOUR GUN
The musical play... I used to know tons of songs, dances and parts out of plays that later became 'movies'. I had eclectic tastes in all of the 'arts'. We used to play music, sing and dance around the house... including 'ballroom dance' lessons. Ha!

Annie, I think that you could get a man with the 'right gun'!

http://www.stlyrics.com/a/anniegetyourgun.htm

http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/anniegetyourgun/youcantgetamanwithagun.htm

You Can't Get a Man with a Gun Lyrics

“You Can't Get a Man with a Gun”

ANNIE OAKLEY:
Oh my Mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say,
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be am out in the cactus and I practice all day,
And now tell me what have I got.
I'm quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger
Than a pen point, I'm number one.
But my score with a feller is lower than a cellar-
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
When I'm with a pistol
I sparkle like a crystal,
Yes, I shine like the morning sun.
But I lose all my luster
When with a Bronco Buster.
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
With a gun, with a gun,
No, you can't get a man with a gun.
If I went to battle
With someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak when the job was done.
But if shot the herder,
They'd holler "bloody murder"
And you can't shoot a male
In the tail like a quail
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
I'm cool, brave and daring
To see a lion glaring
When I'm out with my Remington
But a look from a mister
Will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
The gals with "umbrellars"
Are always out with fellers
In the rain or the blazing sun
But a man never trifles
With gals who carry rifles
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
With a gun, with a gun,
No, you can't get a man with a gun.
A man's love is mighty
It'll leave him buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is fun.
But they don't buy pajamas
For Pistol packin' mamas,
And you can't get a hug
From a mug with a slug,
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.

~~~~~

Please don't get me started on swimming and Esther Williams movies now! I may drive my husband nuts while he is on vacation now... he may have to rush me to a pool so I can show him only I don't wear sequin swim suits and funny swim hats! Ha!

Catherine
 
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Did anyone mention "Janie's Got a Gun" by Areosmith?


-T.


EDIT: I see Treo mentioned a knock-off of it in post #31. Funny stuff.
 
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Pretty much any rap/hip hop song from the LA scene will contain "gun lyrics"... however I sense that it would be unacceptable to have those explicit lyrics posted here.

Believe it or not some don't mention Glocks, lol

"Guerillas in tha mist"

[Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
So I can BOOM! shak-a-laka BOOM!
That's the sound of my 20ga...]
 
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