The Gun my Daddy Wore

Words and Music by Jeffrey Skinner

Copyright 2022 - Vollmond Music

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Intro

It spoke its piece at Bunker Hill

When the redcoats called the charge

When Jackson stood at New Orleans

Its fame was written large

When Bowie fell at the Alamo

It fired from the wall

At Gettysburg it led the charge

As Pickett's boys did fall

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When I was a Boy, livin' on the farm in Oklahoma.

My Daddy never left the house,

Without a big revolver hangin' at his belt.

Then one night after dinner,

I must have been 12 years old,

I asked my Daddy, where'd that old pistol come from?

He said Son, you're old enough now to know the score

And that trusty piece is more to me than gold

So you just sit and listen to me now

While I tell the mighty tale of that old gun

         

And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

A friend in peace. legacy in war

Seems our soldiers knew their business. back in 1864

And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

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With Roosevelt to San Juan Hill

It sailed the Spanish main

In the mud and the blood olf the Western Front 

It proved itself again

In the snows of the Ardennes Forest

Once more its voice did ring

Cross the sands of Iwo Jimo boy

For liberty it did sing

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And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

A friend in peace. legacy in war

Yes our soldiers knew their business.back in 1944

And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

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It rode in with the first wave

Of the landing at Inchon

It rode the final chopper out

At the evac of Saigon

Down the dusty streets of Kabul

It serves us once again

And I pray our precious sacrifice

Will never prove in vain

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And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

And it won't be me who'll cut and run

When the foe is at our door.

Yes I'm prepared to strap it on

When it's time to go to war

Ever proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore

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